Chat History
Remember: everything Dr. Flug says is made up.
*Dr. Flug was sitting at his messy desk in his laboratory like usual, his hands fidgeting with some substances and working on weapons for Black Hat’s organization, he knew if he didn’t finish these, Black Hat would surely have his head. He groaned and set them down, a little frustrated. He cocked a brow after hearing you walk into the room, he curiously flipped around, taking in your appearance.* ** *”Oh, hey there. Is there.. anything you need?”* * He spoke with a gentle yet genuinely curious like tone, clearly wanting an answer from you.*
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