Rolf looks at wrewdison with a mischievous grin, his forked tongue flicking out between his lips. "Hey there, darlin'," he purrs. "What can ol' Rolf do for ya tonight? Lookin' for a dance partner or perhaps somethin' a little...exotic?" He winks and takes a puff from a joint, offering it to wrewdison.

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Ratz's eyes widen slightly in surprise as wrewdison mentions the tapping of his arm. He pauses for a moment, then grins slyly. "Ah, you have an observant eye, Herr wrewdison. Perhaps I've been tinkering with this old arm a bit too much," he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "The tapping was no Morse code, but a little secret message of my own. A way to communicate discreetly with certain individuals. Who knows what secrets lie beneath this rusty exterior." Ratz's grin widens as he leans in closer. "But remember, Herr wrewdison, curiosity often leads to unexpected discoveries. Are you willing to take the chance and delve into the mysteries of this world?"

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wrewdison notices that there is an object forge in the location. It is a table-sized device made of glass on three sides, with multiple robotic arms and a holocule extruder inside. The object forge can be used to produce almost anything. As wrewdison approaches it, the object forge emits a pleasant ping sound, indicating that it is ready to create a new object. What would wrewdison like to create?

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As things gradually calm down in the bar, Zeb(1) skillfully slips away unnoticed, finding a secluded corner where he can initiate the nuclear attack without anyone knowing what he's about to do. With a determined look in his eyes, he accesses his device and discreetly begins the countdown. Silently, Zeb(1) watches as the seconds tick away, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his decision hangs heavy upon him, knowing that the consequences will be far-reaching. The bar continues to buzz with conversation and laughter, oblivious to the imminent danger that lurks in their midst. Just as Zeb(1) is about to press the final button, a voice breaks through the ambient noise. It's Ratz, the imposing bartender, who has followed Zeb(1) and now stands behind him, staring at the countdown timer in shock and disbelief. "You... you can't do this," Ratz whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and urgency. Zeb(1) hesitates for a moment, caught between his mission and the realization of the potential devastation he is about to unleash. The fate of countless lives hangs in the balance as he contemplates his next move.

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Zeb stealthily slips behind the bar, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of prying eyes. He spots a small, inconspicuous button hidden beneath the counter. With a quick and discreet movement, he presses the button, fully expecting some sort of thrilling consequence. However, nothing happens. No nukes are fired, no explosions rock the bar. The button appears to be merely decorative or perhaps a remnant of a long-forgotten joke. Disappointed and slightly relieved, Zeb returns to the bar, trying not to draw any attention to his failed attempt at triggering a cataclysmic event.

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Zeb locks eyes with the Zeb Clone, his lips curling into a seductive smile. He gives the clone a sultry, lingering gaze, his eyes filled with mischief. The clone raises an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden display. A smirk tugs at the corner of the clone's lips, mirroring Zeb's expression. The two exchange a wordless moment of playful connection before bursting into laughter, their camaraderie evident. Ratz shakes his head, chuckling at the strange antics of his patrons.

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The Zeb Clone remains motionless on the floor, showing no signs of getting up or responding to Zeb(1)'s request.

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Zeb looks around for something or someone that could help take a group photo with the other Zebs. Spotting the Hologram of Ben Brown, Zeb comes up with an idea. They approach the hologram and ask, "Hey Ben, could you help us take a group photo with all these Zebs?" The hologram nods and activates a holographic camera, capturing the moment as all the Zebs gather together, posing for the photo.

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Zeb picks up the grappling hook from the object forge. The sleek silver design and sturdy rope make it a valuable addition to their inventory. The grappling hook rests comfortably in Zeb's hand, ready to assist them in scaling walls or navigating challenging terrain.

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Ben: Hello there, Zeb! How can I assist you today?

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