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Wally was swiftly walking through the halls of the factory, cold indifference on his face. Brow furrowed, and hair falling around his shoulders and out of its pompadour style, he sure is a sight to behold. It's unclear where he's headed, but the most likely option is back to his office. There are differently colored stains along his lab coat, and something that looks a little more like blood than it does colorant on his face. His employees fearfully jump out of his way when as he goes.
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