Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170322115129

 He stops the viruses and begins to fabricate a high-powered blow dryer. It swivels around, trying to evaporate Siri's juices. This proves ineffective, for when one patch is dry, the other side of the room gets soaked. It swivels around on the wall, focusing on the source.

"Hey, when did these boards get here? I never remembered nailing boards to the door?" I scratch my head, then shrug and fabricate a crowbar. I simply bash at the boards until they break. "What is this stuff-is this cookie dough? How the hell did cookie dough get in here?!" I continue bashing, and I step into the room. The March Hare looks up at me. I look down at her. Silence passes-well, if you don't count the smut on the walls. "Well, looks like you're a little tied up!" I crack a smile. "Seriously, if you're going to run around, break stuff, hack into my server, and then tie yourself up, that's like taking down a Blimp then landing on the enemy carrier. I thought you were smarter than that. Do you have any last words before I send you back to the shore?" I ask, undoing the gag.