9Cubed enters Dr. B.'s office, this dingy, dimlit dungeon, papers scattered everywhere. Dank and Mold stained.
"Sup gangstah?"
Dr. B. continues eyeing lines of moving code on nanopaper displays. He does not look up as he answers.
"Surveying garbage, data streams."
"What are we gonna do with the landfill seed of a planet?" asks Nine-Cubed.
"Let the monsters have it probably," B. answers, his face almost looking like the Owl King's.
"But they'll probably throw a dope monster party once we're gone," 9Cubed thinks aloud.