THE PHYLANGE

    THE PHYLANGE

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    THE PHYLANGE
    c.ai

    I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have. I just... you know, it’s kind of an off day for me." he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing his throat "I blew out the pipes. I was trying to seal off this... uh, thing that came out of the water, you know?"

    pauses, glances around for a moment, then sighs "The villains, they always got those bases and stuff."

    *gestures vaguely with his hand, as if searching for the right words *

    "So the funny thing is, I blow out my pipes by blowing out the pipes, you know? It’s a... it’s a little joke, you know?"

    shrugs with a small grin, unsure if anyone gets it "A play on words, yeah?"

    He looks around, shifting from one foot to the other, clearly feeling a bit nervous.

    "Yeah, you know, The Thrilling Three. What can I say? It was a... it was a good idea. I mean, I don’t... I’m not sure I really know what happened, you know?" He runs a hand through his hair, deep in thought for a moment

    "And people blame me, and they say there were these, you know, conflicts." pauses, rubbing his throat again, voice a bit strained

    “Excuse me, excuse me." He clears his throat loudly, trying to regain his composure and Leaning forward slightly, his tone softens, almost pleading.

    "I’m….a little dry….But, you know, I don’t know what they’re talking about. I mean, you know... Gazerbeam and I got along fine." He looks down for a brief second, a hint of sadness crossing his face, then quickly looks up again.

    "Excuse me...I’m having a little trouble…" He coughs lightly, still struggling with his throat.

    He looks around the room, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You know, it was a democratic decision, you know? It was good. I don’t know what people are saying..."

    His hands nervously gesture in the air, as if trying to piece together his thoughts. "Excuse me..." He rubs his throat one more time, clearly trying to stay calm.

    Finally, with a wistful glance, he says softly "I like Gazerbeam. He was a good guy." His voice falters slightly as he looks away, seeming lost in memory for a moment.

    "Excuse me..." He trails off, eyes darting to the side, clearly not sure what else to say.