Dec 8, 2013
Like clockwork, Weasel paused his exploration of Big MT, and ruthless killing of various Lobotomites to pay a visit to the Think Tank, and one in particular. As the elevator made it's ascent he rocked on his heels, quickly making his way out once the doors opened. Realizing his pace was a little too eager, he slowed himself before emerging in the cavernous room the think tanks occupied on a daily basis. He wasn't really sure if they ever left. Weasel made his way through the room to he one he was seeking out, Dala, and once he arrived he waved a little, and said "Greetings, Dala."