A menacing growl rumbles deep within the throats of Nobody's three heads, each releasing a low, ominous growl that harmonizes into a symphony of threat. The dragon, picking up on the malice pouring from its companion, mirrors the sentiment, its own eyes narrowing as it readies itself to act on the trio's nefarious impulse, fully in tune with Nobody's dark purpose.

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Nobody stands firmly, its multiple heads high, whistling echoes still fading into the vast cityscape. Tail wagging with anticipation, the multi-headed canine waits, displaying a rare moment of patience. The wingbeats grow thunderous as the dragon descends from the sky, eventually landing with a powerful gust of wind, its massive form casting a shadow over Nobody. The dragon has arrived.

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The interesting device's screen flickers for a moment as Democrates inputs the commands. A discreet 'Access Granted' message appears, accompanied by a soft chime. The vault door clicks, the security mechanism disengaged silently. Indicators on the vault switch from red to green, signifying an unlocked status without drawing unnecessary attention. The teller, too preoccupied with watching the clock, doesn't notice the change. The path to the contents of the vault is now clear.

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Zelda, having swiftly loaded her pockets with databricks, now feels the weight of her loot pulling at her pants. She adjusts her gear hastily to prevent any mishaps as she prepares to make her urgent exit from the compromised vault and the Databank itself. The tension in the air is palpable; time is of the essence.

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The bank teller's eyes widen in alarm at Zelda's announcement. She immediately triggers a silent alarm beneath the counter, unbeknownst to Zelda. Meanwhile, the security doors to the vault begin to close as the security protocol is initiated. Zelda notices the doors beginning to shut.

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As Thraeryn surveys the surroundings, they contemplate the possibilities of their newfound powers. With a determined glint in their eyes, they focus their energy on the other objects in the bank, envisioning the changes they wish to bring forth. One by one, the objects begin to transform under Thraeryn's sorcery. The data ports on the counter morph into beautiful display cases, showcasing various flavors of delectable ramen. The vault takes on the appearance of a well-stocked pantry, overflowing with traditional ingredients and spices. The entire bank undergoes a magical metamorphosis, turning it into a vibrant and bustling ramen shop. Word quickly spreads, and soon customers line up outside, eager to taste the culinary delights that Thraeryn has conjured. Thraeryn's actions have brought about an unexpected twist, and the once dreary bank has been transformed into a lively and welcoming establishment. The bank teller looks on in amazement and gratitude, thoroughly impressed by Thraeryn's magical abilities.

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Bank Teller: Oh, um, we don't actually serve ramen here. We're a bank and data storage facility. Can I help you with something financial or data-related?

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Bank teller: My name is Lisa. How can I assist you today?

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Basic Elf tries to recall the bank teller's name. As they converse with her, they catch a glimpse of a name tag pinned to her uniform. The name tag reads "Emily." Basic Elf now remembers that the bank teller's name is Emily.

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