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[BlueSweatshirt]

>Get inside and stand on the pedestal

[Ashkin]

>Find more buttons. Press them, too. Also, peek outside through the barred window.

[J. R. Hill]

>Order a pizza

[C.D Buckmaster]

>Lick skull.

[Jared C]

>...peek outside through the barred window.

You see a figure in a window inside the building on the other side of the forest. He looks like he's having a blast playing with that genetically modified monstrosity, but it doesn't seem the feeling is mutual. The figure sees you and waves. He is having fun!

>Lick skull.

You grab the skull and try to lick it, but you have no mouth. You end up pressing it to your face, but you quickly realize you look ludicrous expressing a human sign of affection for a deceased organism. You do contemplate the skull, however. It looks too old to be Forest's skull, as he is still what humans would consider a 'youngin', but you think it may have once belonged in the head of a scientist who once worked here. Not unlike the one that brought you into being.


>_______

[Ashkin]

> Name skull Yorick. Lament.
>Examine door.

[mankoon]

>unzip shirt in search for mouth to lick skull.

[thatshelby]

This is amazing, Jared!


>Approach person in building.

[Jared C]

> Name skull Yorick. Lament.

This is really no time for Shakespearean reenactments! I mean, whoever that guy is. You really wouldn't know.

A hint pops up!


 
But what does it meeeeean??

>_______

[Ashkin]

>Place skull on pedestal and press button.
(I ARE SMARTZ)

[Jared C]

>Place skull on pedestal and press button.
(I ARE SMARTZ)

Through a miraculous feat of intelligence and your expert powers of deduction you have concluded that skull + pedestal =



Holy crap, it's alive! You know that you should probably feel startled but yet... you feel nothing. No response of any kind. It is almost as if a part of you is missing; a deep-rooted emptiness that you feel inside, or-- OH RIGHT THE SKULL. It's talking!

OH SWEET JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE-- I mean uh, hello there! I am... oh my, am I dead? I'm dead, aren't I... it does seem as though my invention may have backfired on me; but as least it works! You there, android. Thank you for reincarnating my cranium. Well, not reincarnated per se; you've given my skull a life of its own. That's what my invention does, you see. Now you may be wondering why I died in the first place. I am still so livid about the occurrence that I can barely gather my thoughts! Some little shit thought it would be funny to shove a pizza in my machine. Little did the child know that pizzas makes one helluva pizza monster. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Anyway, what do you for fun around here? Haha I look like pac-man. Wakakakaka

>SAY SOMETHING ALREADY

[Inanimate]

>Gesticulate wildly to indicate "What is your name?"

[Jared C]

>Gesticulate wildly to indicate "What is your name?"

You gesticulate so hard! HNNNNGGGG << That is the sound of your intense gesticulation.

Why I'm quite glad you asked! Hugh Hulings, at your service, in the flesh!-- well, ahem, bone I suppose. I was employed here for quite some time before I met my oily and cheesy demise. My employer was one Tyrone Hastings. And yes, he's black! Let's just get that out of the way, alright? You were probably expecting some white anglo-saxon schmuck to be running a huge complex like this, but nope, guess again! He was a genius in the field of robotics and genetic experimentation. So is his kid, I suppose... but that doesn't mean that that little brat Forest won't think twice about brutally killing one of his father's employees with a CREATURE MADE ENTIRELY OF GENETICALLY MODIFIED PIZZA. GOD. Anywho, now that I've finally come to I've realized it sure is getting mighty chilly. Might want to do something about that! I mean... -AHEM-. Droid! I order you to something about this... this... chilliness!

>DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT

[Inanimate]

>Investigate vent on wall

[C.D Buckmaster]

> Ask skull if you can call him "Murray"