*Armor locks up and clamps to ground* *New ship flies in, Meta steps out* [b]*Growling*[/b] *Meta sits by Mizz and stays* [i]Please, don't attempt, it'd be a shame if you were to lose your leg. Now please go back to work. I am going to file a formal complaint about your treatment of guests to either Ulca or CEO. Response to your next comment won't happen, as Mizz's armor is powering off. Good night.[/i] *AI shuts off

*Throws Meta into space* [b]Look what Hell you have wrought![/b]

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