Freeport 10's Research Deck: Commonwealth Research and Development Wing.

[Enkidu]

For a second Achille stood, jaw ajar, in a manner not-too-detached from that of Robert's 'dog'. But that was a second and a second alone.

"...Actually I believe he prefers to be the master of ceremonies at social gatherings, as opposed to a merely making up the weight". Achille gurnied quirkily, pushing his newfound associate on the shoulder with an affectionate, leading tap towards the confines of his workstation. "...Although seriously now, a cat adorned with a hat? Hm, it possesses a particularly Seussesque bent to it, does it not? Perhaps one may advise it to him". He soothed, gently navigating the Libertonian as tug does a tanker.

"...Pardon my surprise Sir, as, ah, you so acutely gauged, I wasn't entirely aware I had hired such an accomplished physicist. More than just a pretty face, eh? And here I was about to fill the blasted things up to their follicles full of antimatter..." Another shove, and Jack found himself staring directly into the functional (yet artful) leading face of yet another aperture plug.

"...Stare down that particular door if you will, Jack, you may find it's contents... to your pleasure". The gaul grizzled.

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