🌟🌌Dimension Hoppers [RP Remake]🌌🌟

"Y3s, y0u."

(Comment 97 is what he's asking about, if you didn't know already.)

"... S0 how would I b3 m4king natural sel3ction with0ut you? I'm n0t kill1ng any0ne curr3ntly."

"4lright."

Raven continues reading his paper. (Lol)

*Frickin decks Jones*

(I punched you. Hard.)

(From my knowledge, at least)

"St0p th4t unl3ss you w4nt a las3r thr0ugh your h3ad." R4ven pulls up the laser again.

"G0od cho1ce." R4ven puts away the laser, swapping it for a normal hand.

The employeer takes the shot and the punch in stride, not really reacting much to the punch, and he tanks the bullet somehow, with not a lick of blood from what would probably be an injury that would hurt a lot. The guy keeps his fake people smile throughout the whole thing, the flesh around the wound regrowing slowly.

"...Can we please refrain from shooting anyone in here? C'mon, there's no reason to resort to violence!"

Behind everyone, the door into the reception room slowly creaks open, revealing 01000011 01101111 01110111 01100001 01110010 01100100 00101110 a very short person in a trenchcoat, who's appearance is covered up by the overly-large piece of clothing they're wearing, which is currently dragging across the ground. The person slides their way into the room, takes one of the papers and moves toward the back again.

"C4re t0 expla1n wh0 you ar3, n3w meat?"

Seven turns to look at the door.

"A-Another one?"

"No! No v-violence!"

"... F1ne, n0 violenc3."

"C4lculated vi0lenc3 is b3tter than c0nstant viol3nce. St0p now."

The still unknown figure, in lieu of all this unexpected attention and talk of violence against them, shrinks back into the corner, attempting to stammer out an incoherent response to all the questions and other inquiries, while the guy in the back is attempting to dissuade anyone from any sort of violence.