Blackmore
Heh. Such violence, but it wasn't a bad thing when put to proper use. He honestly didn't care about her threats, and hopefully she would never have to learn why. The hard way doesn't always equate the fun way.
"I'll keep that in mind sweetheart." He answered thoughtlessly, but that didn't mean he ignored her. Eventually, the three would come back to where they came from.
"Your snacks, sir Fallbright."
A puppet maid arrived at the room where Blackmore was resting with a silver platter filled with the aformentioned treats. Their golden breading was crisped and deep fried to perfection. Blackmore was just reading and analyzing the results of the terminal when he took one of the fish sticks and munched it carelessly.
"So, this wasn't a complete waste of time." He sounded satisfied, even while the other puppets were tending to his massive body it didn't stop him from inputting more queries and working quite seriously.
If its body was experimented on, it meant it could be recreated. In that case, why had he not heard or seen of such creatures until now, and what was the source of its ridiculous durability. Ohoho, so many questions, so little time.
Then, he remembered that there was someone else in the room. Good grief, at this rate he might just look careless, between that little failed attack and all of this.
"Want some?" He asked her, showing her one of the fish sticks.
