Ah, yes, the much-anticipated return of the super beavers! They had a particular job to do before any revelry, however--and that was to approach the Announcer... and the many tiny bananas that littered the place.
Gee, wonder which one he could possibly be. Surely not the sentient microphone that they spoke to earlier when things were NOT bad and terrible.
"Misssss Dandelion wanted you to know that she is currrrently in the lounge if you... require her... for any reaaason." Ever the dramatic, Baron struck a dastardly pose that involved encasing an arm with his cape, and placing that hand over his chest as he spoke.
"But do not worry, citizens! She is merely RESTING!" Muscular Beaver leaned over from behind Baron, index high in the air.
Once the beavers had returned to the Announcer, they could find that everyone now had cups of water from the nearby water gallon dispenser. After all that fighting, they could use the breather for a drink or two. At least the water is free.
🎙️ "...Mmm? Oh, right. We'll let her rest. I think those clones finally stopped coming in. I'm sure that we'll be fine as long as-"
🎙️ "Why can't I see a dang thing on the other side all of the sudden?"
The good news: no more sounds of falling debris. The bad news? The fog. The fog that's completely blocking the view of the entire field. Not even the door was wide enough to let them see through it.
And they could still hear more clones causing havoc on the other side, only much more aggressive. It doesn't sound like they're aiming for the doors this time, but...
DB and who knows how many others were still there.
...Their uncle will come out unscathed. Right?
