Crabba: That’s Tan-runk, its spit is highly explosive. Split up, he doesn’t know which one to follow.
12th: What are these tine turban boxer suppose to be? Crabba: McZayi. They aren’t strong, but can overwhelm you by swarming you. Let them get close and whack the quantity of them, lot more faster than hitting them one at the time.
12th: Oh, what now? Crabba: A Desert Claw. It has harder time with small things.
Crabba: Rope Prick, it can generate electricity. 12th: No, really?
12th: By the way, you said that you would be able to make us get though this in one piece, yet we still get to fight some weird monstrosities. Crabba: I never said that there wouldn’t be obstacles in your way. Need I remind you that this whole land is made out of crazy thoughts, meaning that inhabitants tend to be nigh mindless. They act on basic instinct and can easily ignore you, like any other animal.
Crabba: Now then, here we are.12th: What is this? Crabba: Let me present you, The Rail of Thought.
12th: Can you give some context with that? Crabba: You see this track is used by the Train of Thought. That train leaves from the very beginning of this world and exits through the Thought Center. Thought Center is what I believe is the only route to exit this world.
Crabba: After that point we should be asking some directions. I believe that there were some “people” there that know this. 12th: Are you saying that there are more creatures like you? Crabba: Well, not necessarily in appearance wise, but they are able to hold coherent conversation, yes. But you should be aware, not all of them are as friendly as me.
12th: Hmm? Something wrong? Crabba: No, just getting to your level. It’s easier to carry one a conversation when you can look person in the eyes.
12th: So, what in your mind, Crabba? Crabba: Nothing much, just in thirst for conversation. 12th: Okay, what do you want to talk about? Crabba: Do you like hotdogs? 12th: Not that much, I won’t make evil eye to you if you give me one, but it wouldn’t be my first option when it comes to lunch of so and so. Crabba: I haven’t eaten one myself, but it isn’t in my so called “bucket list”. 12th: You actually have bucket list? Crabba:Yes, its one way to spend your time by thinking what you would want to do in future .
???: Greetings fellow vagabonds of the mindscape. While walking along this desert, I couldn’t but notice your little search. As a sort of soul brother of traveling, I thought that I could join your little party. For you see, I don’t have any sort of destination, so far I have gone to wherever wind blows. But you may never know when you would need extra pair of hands in your quest.
???: If you ask me of how I know you’re in a quest, its painfully apparent, as you have the clear quest goer aura around you.
???: Now why in the wide world did you do that for? 12th: Because you wear bandages. ???: Scusi? 12th: I know from the experience, that anyone who is anyway related to this place, doesn’t wear bandages if they’re not trying to hide something.
???: Well now, aren’t we sharp.
???: Truly, you are correct in your assumption.
???: So, let’s quit the game and start from the beginning.
???: You now witness the great form of me, The Great Voltaire Relâmpago...
Voltaire: The Maniac Thunderball.
Voltaire: Reflexes alert!!!!!
Voltaire:You dodged that quit well, even when it was so close. Applauds.
Voltaire: Now then, boy...
Voltaire: Try dodge these little things I call...
Voltaire: Sparking Shredder!!!!
12th: Shredder my foot, those things explode.
12th: That was far too easy.
12th: Holy Christ!!!!!!!!
12th: I'm again flat on my face. I just had to go summon demons.
Voltaire: My eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crabba: When you’re quite literally made out of lightning, you can't touch things without blowing them up, or at least heating them. Voltaire needs to make himself physical so that he can touch anything. This makes him vulnerable to things like sand in eyes.
Crabba: Of course, that won’t do anything more than annoy him. We need to get to the other side of the rails.
Voltaire: That was wrong move, scraggy boy.
Voltaire: You ain't going anywhere!!!!!!!
Voltaire: You'll pay for this...Wait till I resemble myself, then you get fried...
12th: You think he will find us? Crabba: Who knows, this place is rather wide. 12th: So we can do nothing beyond hoping? not much of an alternative...
12th: What is this place anyway? Some kind of metal pillar avenue? Crabba: Interesting phrase, but no. we are in the forest that never grows...
Crabba: The Iron Tree Forest.
Voltaire: Show yourselves!!!!!!
Voltaire: Come out so I can kill you.
Voltaire: You're only delaying your immediate fate.
Voltaire: When I get my crackling appendages on your flesh, I'll boil it to soup.
Voltaire: You got it? It will hurt like hell when I find you....
Voltaire: GET OUT YOUR HIDY HOLES!!!!!
*screaming reminiscent of a kettle letting out steam*
Skulnick: In the name of revenge of my lost arm, I will kill you Voltaire!!!!
Voltaire: Sheesh, dramatics...
Voltaire: But, since the bloke came this far to see me.
Voltaire: Its hospitably to give him the right treatment.
Voltaire: What had enough, boy? Couldn't take no more?
Voltaire: You think you can just throw rocks at me and get away with it?
Voltaire: I am greatest of all creations, so I can do what I want, be it burning your am useless, to turning you into stake
Voltaire: Who dares to...
Voltaire: Well what to do have here...
Voltaire: I've been looking you all over, where have you been?
Voltaire: Do you happen to know where that red guy went...
Voltaire: Howdy neighbor.
Voltaire: And for the sand kicking bugger here...
Voltaire: I have something extra to serve...
Voltaire: My very own special dish...
Voltaire: Thunderball of Death...
Voltaire: High quality...
Voltaire: Special edition...
Voltaire: Wide area demolisher attack...
Voltaire: Nothing left to bury, nothing left to mourn. Good bye...
Voltaire: Where did it come from?
Voltaire: Where is it going?
Voltaire: Just some random floating orb, stupid.
Voltaire: What in the earth!!!!!!!!?!?!?!? NO!!!!! STOP!!!!!!
Voltaire: QUIT IT, IF YOU CONTINUE ON, I....!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Voltaire: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Voltaire: HELP MEEEEeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
???: Finally, now with little lift...
???: Huh, wonder what happened here...
???: Must have been some skirmish.
???: Oh, someone left, might even be alive...
???: Jeez, guy looks bad. Must have been through some fight.
???: Fight is not really accurate.
Crabba: Beating is far more to the right side, if you ask me. It was really one sided.
Crabba: Care to introduce yourself? I am Crabba.
???: My name is Turing. Crabba: Pleasure to meet you, miss. Turing. Turing: Same to you, mr. Crabba.
Crabba: But enough trivial chatter for now, my friend here needs help.
???: Now that you have been made aware of the situation, I can give you some extra equipment.
???: Belt here allows one to phase through anything inorganic and little one is long range teleporter, which teleports anything attached to its user.
???: Labs coordinates are FLGC3461, remember to save that in the teleporter. Much more easier solution than trying to remember it by memory. Now, with your target...
???: His curent location is in the Iron Forest, just put coordinates CPGRT5674 in the teleporter. If the two others try to interfere, well, you know the drill.
???: I hope to see you back here very soon.
???: This should be easy with you two.