Death Runner clears his throat and puts his hands together in a clap. He looks at Professor Foetsch and Dr. Steel standing before him and nods with a smile at each.
"I will go and consult with the Oracles. Perhaps they have the answer to your question, Dr. Steel. I will leave Torro Trait and Mister Stanley Tweedle on watch. You have here a fine soldier of mine, Franz, to use as you see fit. I should be back shortly with the answer to this peculiar question."
The boss rolled himself to the door and exited the room.
