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Inside is a spacious room. The sound of the ventilation system echoes everywhere. There is no one inside. You think there should be, but happily peruse the odd contraptions everywhere. You see foreign things; One looks like a cell-phone, one looks like an egg beater. You also see things familiar; Comm-Badges, straws, goggles, snorkels, and spoons. You shake your head. "Weird stuff," you say out loud. Suddenly, you hear a scutteling, and go to investigate. You see something small and white rush behind a jar of peanut butter. "GOTCHYA!" You yell, lunging. Your hand encounters something somewhat squishy, and you pull your hand out from under the clutter, and realize you are holding the pillsbury doughboy. "Hoo-hoo!!" He giggles. "My bread is the fluffiest! Don't you think I'm (hoo-hoo!) cuter than the Snuggles bear?" "AHH!" You yell, dropping the horrid little doughboy. "Hoo-hoo!" He yells, and runs off into the cupboard. You look around and begin to notice more odd things. More peanut butter, and an odd picture of Dave Foley. "Why would the laboratory on Silverstreak have a picture of him?" You wonder. You look around more, and see comic books, chalk full of Superman comics. "What is this place?" You ask incredulously. "It's the room of Pure Evil," a voice says behind you. You turn and see a woman in blue clothing take off a heavy-duty helmet. She has long blue hair, and she shakes her head a little to shake the hair out of the helmet-thing. She picks a pair of triangular sunglasses off of the table and puts them on. She crosses her arms and waits for you to recognize her. "Blu Flyer!" You say. "I thought you were on Corneria?" She grins. "Been snooping in my office?" "Er, no, of course not.. um...Yes." "Good." The answer confuses you so you don't say anything. She sets the helmet on the table and picks up a jar of peanut butter, distastefully. "So, you like the Pure Evil room?" She asks you. "It scares me," you say, eyeing the picture of Barney the Dinosaur on the wall, as well as a CD of Jewel's, and a picture of Elvis Presley. "That's the point. This room, and everything in it (except you) is Pure Evil. Do you know what Pure Evil is?" "It sounds... Evil," you say. "Very good. Nevertheless, you should know Pure Evil when you see it. Pure Evil things are anything that, no matter how many people try, refuse to DIE." Here she takes a butter knife and stabs the peanut butter violently. "Did Cobalt let you in here?" "Yes," called a voice from the other room. You bite your lip; you thought you had been pretty careful! "No matter. Have fun. Don't break anything." She sets a slinky down onto the table and walks out of the room. |