“In case you hadn’t noticed, this whole place is falling apart!”
Crumbling brick and mortar. Rusted beams. Mould on the walls. Crude graffiti. A rat’s haven, or in this case, an alien’s. He had purposes, nefarious and monkey endangering, but to figure out what he wanted to do Crypto had to scope the dilapidated structure.
Venturing about was easy enough with a stolen identity. Some unassuming human in a coat, jeans and backpack had been present upon the Furon’s arrival, in turn fueling technology and gut. Zap-O-Matic made quick work of human fats and flesh so that it could be ingested, and then whatever was left had a pass of Disintegrator Ray to make a fine layer of soot.
With as trashy as the place was nobody would be any wiser.
Head bowed as Crypto prowled around the area he made a pass through the upper floors before making it back down to ground level. Condemned but not marked for destruction yet. Maybe he could-
Starting at the voice, the guised Furon swung towards the source. He was expecting a human, and a human Crypto got albeit lab coated, gangly... unconventional. Hm. Crimson tinted irises - a side effect of Holo-Bob technology letting true nature bleed through, survey Heins with thinly veiled interest from under furrowed brows.
‘I have,’ comes quip. ‘Maybe today it’ll all come crashing down.’