007n7 was a sort of junior scientist. he toyed around with many things, using his c00lgui to help him in his experiments. other times, he used his c00lgui to wreak havoc upon robloxia workplaces. he was a man of both recklessness & both destruction as well as he was of wit & will.

“we’re at our wit’s end with that man,” telamon shrieked, fists slamming into the desk. roblox hq. a place where meetings took place, many of which were centred around one exploiter in particular— 007n7 himself. he was notorious around these parts. in the records, he was scripted to commit at least three exploits & hacks per day, sometimes even more if he was having a good day—which immediately resulted in the admins having a godawful day in reciprocation. “we can’t just ban him. he already has scripts set up against that, ROBLOX knows how,” builderman objected, sighing. he was just about as sick of 007n7’s antics as telamon was. “don’t ban him then. do something to him that he doesn’t have defences set up against. what haven’t we done in a millennia? something that no robloxian of the current age has faced before? …” telamon fell silent. builderman thought, before a lightbulb suddenly went off over his head. “…entrapment.” “what?” “we’ve only banned people before; sent them to the banlands. we haven’t used prisons exactly, per se. no robloxia has ever been imprisoned before; simply let off with a warning or banished outright. he won’t have any defences set up against that.”

& so it was decided; the admins would imprison 007n7, rather than attempt to banish him. they set up a new function within robloxia’s code, & set it up near the pizzeria that 007n7 targeted on the daily. nonetheless, he went there with his c00lgui panels all aloft, & once he did— he was captured within script lines & binary collars alike. no matter how much he thrashed, fought against or retaliated against the entrapment, 007n7 couldn’t break free. he’d lost access to his c00lgui, only managing to scamper hold of an old, outdated version of the gui. he was thrown into an old, abandoned dungeon deep beneath robloxia’s surface within the next hour. “you’d better not even try to break free on your own,” telamon had barked to 007n7 before leaving the exploiter behind within the prison cells. “or you’ll meet a worse fate than this.”

007n7 had scoffed. he’d already found a loophole to telamon’s words—on your own, eh? well. 007n7 was a scientist, self-acclaimed. he wouldn’t bust out of here on his own, he thought. he’d make a clone. get out of here with two sets of hands instead of one. a clone, someone as deft & cunning as him. it was perfect. flawless. the older version of the c00lgui was very faulty. 007n7 himself knew what could happen if it so happened to malfunction, & that was that it would potentially end up generating a life form akin to or better than 007n7. & so, he got to work. now that telamon was gone, he was alone in the dungeon, & he set to work trying to get the c00lgui to combust &, as a result, hopefully create an organism akin of him. he grabbed his chain off of his belt & wrapped it around the outdated hacking panel, rubbing & twisting it this way & that as he simultaneously put the c00lgui into excessive use, causing it to overheat after a little while. when the heat from the c00lgui reacted with the chain, sending sparks flying, 007n7 scrambled backwards across the dungeon floor, hiding behind & peeking over the rim of an overturned cabinet as he watched the c00lgui shake & tremble with increasing intensity, ducking behind the cabinet as the c00lgui finally gave in & exploded with an almighty blast. after a few seconds… 007n7 peered over the top of the overturned cabinet again, eyes scanning the explosion area in eagerness to see whether his plan had turned out to be successful or not.