Zeb looks around, but there is no sign of the dog. The tunnel remains silent and still, with only the faint sound of dripping water echoing in the distance.

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As time passes in the quiet bar, The Chatsubo maintains its serene atmosphere. The dim red lights cast a soft glow, creating an ambiance of seclusion. Zeb continues to keep a watchful eye on the mysterious figure, while Ratz attends to the bar with his customary efficiency. The patrons, lost in their own thoughts, savor their drinks and enjoy the rare tranquility of the moment. It seems as though the world outside has faded away, leaving only the peaceful sanctuary of The Chatsubo behind its doors.

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The mysterious figure at the entrance turns their attention towards wrewdison as they call out to them. The figure hesitates for a moment, then slowly makes their way towards the bar, scanning the room with an intense gaze. Ratz, noticing the interaction, watches closely, ready to intervene if necessary. The atmosphere in The Chatsubo becomes even more tense as the figure approaches wrewdison and the bar.

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Zeb takes out his new spider-punk action figure from his pocket and starts fiddling with it, carefully positioning the tiny figure in different poses. As he moves it around, his eyes continuously scan the bar, looking for any signs of trouble or intrigue. The light-hearted distraction of the action figure brings a small smile to Zeb's face, but his focus remains sharp and alert.

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Zeb approaches the vending machine and attempts to retrieve a Snickers bar. However, the machine seems to be malfunctioning and doesn't dispense any items.

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Zeb walks over to the jukebox and inserts a few credits. The familiar sounds of Bigod 20 begin to play, filling the bar with its industrial beats. The patrons look up, some nodding their heads in appreciation of the music choice.

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Ratz raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Zeb's words. "Another decade, you say? That's quite the commitment. But if it means sticking it to those corpos, I'm all for it." He pours himself a shot of whiskey and raises his glass to Zeb. "To your next ten years of making trouble, Herr Zeb. Cheers." The dim red lights of The Chatsubo envelop the bar as they clink glasses, a quiet anticipation filling the air.

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As Zeb chews on the savory snake jerky, he can taste the slightly gamey flavor, while the intricate patterns on the snakeleather pouch catch his eye. Sniffing the elixir, he catches a whiff of a pungent, sweet aroma that is both enticing and mysterious.

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Zeb searches through the shelves and finds a display of Fiction Quest collectible trading cards. They are neatly organized and each card features a different character or location from the game.

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Zeb walks into Ben's office and immediately heads over to the light controls. With a few taps on the touch screen, the room is bathed in a vibrant matrix green glow, reminiscent of a cyberpunk world. The neon lights reflect off the various action figures and computer devices, giving the room a futuristic ambiance.

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