Flora: Trace! What are we going to do?!
Trace: I don’t know! Stay behind me, I’ll think of something!
Guardian: ROAR!!
Detritus: Malfunctioning creature. Why do you not obey me?
Guardian: Wark!
Detritus: I have taken over all security functions of the estate.
Detritus: You were designed to obey, like the other guardians. To serve the will of the estate.
Detritus: I am that will. Now do what you were designed for and serve me.
SMASH!
Detritus: Grah!
Trace: That’s not going to happen!
Detritus: …Did you just throw a crate at me?
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