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C) Tell him youre here to deliver pizza

Blake looks around, looks at the old man, then looks at you, all with confusion. This is where you wanted to go? Whos the weird looking guy?

You shrug and approach the guy. He still doesnt acknowledge you even when youre right in front of him. You wave your hand in front of his face. Nothing.

You rub your chin, then decide to stop giving a fuck and raise your hand to shove him aside--

He swats your hand away and shakes his head.

You roll up your sleeve, ready to throw hands.

Blake pulls you back. Oops, haha, sorry about my coworker here. Were just here to deliver pizza, he says while holding the pizza boxes that were in the bike.

The old man stares at Blake. Then in the blink of an eye, he pounces at Blake and snatches the pizza boxes, eating them off the ground like a rabid animal.

You and Blake look at each other, silently agreeing on what a fucked up sight this is. You then walk past him and into the tiny wooden shack.

Inside, its just the stick. Nothing else.

Blake whistles. Damn, who lives like this? Got no room to speak though, literally. This place is just a bit bigger than the closet.

You couldnt really hear what he was saying. Youve tuned him out. All your attention is on the stick. It calls on you.

You must respond to it. You reach out for it and grab hold of it.

Your head is bombarded with rapid sequences of images. You can feel yourself overheating. Error.

An image of smacking a large muscular man so hard his neck breaks. Error.

An image of beheading a man with visibly large bloody fangs. Error.

An image of corpses floating to the sky. Error. A throne crushing a head error a robed man laughing error a large flaming meteor falling from the sky error error error

Two overlapping images of two different people asking if they could eat your berries. Error.

Your vision returns to you. Smoke is sizzling out of your crevices. A small popup appears internally: Language unit bootup is at 8%.

Groog? Groog, you okay buddy? Blake says while lightly slapping you awake.

You catch his hand and beep.

He lets out a sigh of relief. Oh, good. So what the hell was that? You were making weird noises and having a robo-seizure!

You look down on your hand that is now holding the staff. You beep.

...You were just having arobo moment? Well, alright then. So whats the deal with the stick?

You say nothing. All Blake can do in the silence is stare at his own face reflected on your shiny blank head.

Imguessing its nothing. Gotcha. Alright, so where do we go now?

You step outside and point at the sky.

Blake walks up beside you and looks up. Uhthe sun?

You shake your head and beep.

The moon?! Thats a bit of an extreme hiding place from the cops, dont you think?

Beep.

The moons fucked up? Well thats not a very nice thing to say to our one and only moon.

You get all up in his face and beep, forcing him to look at his mangled reflection.

He gulps. Okay okay, one trip to the moon, gotcha. Lemme just-- he takes out his phone and fiddles with it. Good news, GPS says itll take about 79,618 hours to get there on foot. Just gotta worry about the slowdown on the interstate.

You beep with contempt.

Yes, Groog, of course Im fucking with you here. Just like youre clearly fucking with me! How the hell are we gonna get to the moon, huh?

A) Ride back to the citys space station and steal a spaceship [LOUD OPTION]
B) Ride back to the city to ask that detective that gave you his card for help [QUIET OPTION]

While you're thinking about that, you're also kinda distracted by the loud eating noises from the feral old man.

1) Take the feral old man with you
2) Leave him here