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Shedletsky: Okay, team, bets: who will survive Builderman's contraption first?
Chance: I vote me... but probably Mafioso too. He's hovering suspiciously.
007n7: Risk assessment in progress... probability of minor disaster: 87%
Two Time: Spawn says "embrace the chaos."
Builderman: It's perfectly safe, I promise. Maybe.
John Doe: ...I've already lost hope.
Dusekkar: ...
Noob: ...I need coffee. Or a nap.
Taph: ...stop overreacting
Chance: It's alive! It's definitely alive! Sparks, wires, everything! I'm not sure what's happening!
Mafioso: Chance, sit down. Do not touch anything. Stay on the couch.
Chance: But it's thrilling! Adrenaline! Chaos! Excitement!
Mafioso: ...Thrilling for who? Me? Or Builderman's pride?
Builderman: I mean, it is thrilling. It works... mostly.
Shedletsky: I predict minor injuries in 3...2...1...
007n7: Updating calculations... odds of minor injury: 12.7%
Two Time: Spawn approves! Risk = fun!
John Doe: ...I am not participating.
Dusekkar: ...
Noob: I think I need a larger mug... or a bed.
Mafioso: I will personally judge you if anything happens.
Chance: I'd like to see you try.
Taph: ...ignore
Builderman: Oops. Something moved. Totally fine, though.
Shedletsky: Predicted! Absolutely predicted!
007n7: Updating risk assessment: 92% chance of minor chaos escalation.
Two Time: The Spawn would be proud.
John Doe: ...that's terrifying
Dusekkar: ...
Noob: ...coffee. Please.
Mafioso: I'm staying on guard. No exceptions.
Chance: Chaos contained... temporarily. But this Sunday is far from over.
Taph: ...i suppose that's acceptable