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| - // "Nice kids. Nice, nice kids..." The major sighed. To his left, a weak red-haired young man nodded in agreement. "They certainly were, sir." "Well, we've successfully kept the secrets of the agency safe another day." Monogram cracked his knuckles absently as he spoke. "Carl, I do believe this calls for a celebration..." "We get to do bad 1980's movie night again?!" The boy clapped with glee, which prompted his employer to roll his eyes and sigh again. "Ooh, which button do I press, sir?" "...Did it work, sir?" He asked. "Did what work?" Monogram looked genuinely confused. //
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| - // "Nice kids. Nice, nice kids..." The major sighed. To his left, a weak red-haired young man nodded in agreement. "They certainly were, sir." "Well, we've successfully kept the secrets of the agency safe another day." Monogram cracked his knuckles absently as he spoke. "Carl, I do believe this calls for a celebration..." "We get to do bad 1980's movie night again?!" The boy clapped with glee, which prompted his employer to roll his eyes and sigh again. "Yes, yes we do...first, though, make sure you mindwipe the entire town of the events of the past day. Any mention of it in the future could cause mass chaos." "Ooh, which button do I press, sir?" "See that big red one? Third to the left." Carl pushed down on it, causing it to produce a small "bleep". A shockwave came forth and crossed through the entire town, taking any memories of gigantic robots or a second dimension or little animals wearing fedoras with it. "...Did it work, sir?" He asked. "Did what work?" Monogram looked genuinely confused. "I...don't know. What were we doing?" "I dunno either, but the keys are still on the desk, so...lock up when you're ready to leave." //
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