Subterranean Sugarbeast Safari

"Alright, remember what she said about glowing weak spots, and try not to let her melt your brain every time she opens her mouth," the cyborg remarks, making a mental note to find the zoomer who introduced 'yeet' to the Nexus and have them fired out of a cannon for . He lingers outside the trash chute for a moment, and after peering in to confirm that Esha hasn't died in screaming agony on the other side, he follows suit. Normally he'd be a bit more hesitant to follow anyone down into a garbage pit, but hell, if Harrison Ford and Mark Hamill can do it, why not our cyborg? It's a little late to be cowardly backing out of things, and how could we possibly live with the shame of letting a screwy sucrose soldier of fortune look more at home here than the cyborg who actually built and lived in this place?

"Oh, and try not to die. Your boss is going to be very cross if I'm struggling to hold back laughter while explaining how you got killed by a rogue chocolate," he adds, before tossing himself feet-first into the vent, so that he can comfortably hold onto his gun and have a decent view of whatever horrors are rushing up to meet him on the way down.