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[[The Grey security drone Boltzmann walks down a darkened corridor. His curiosity is piqued when he hears a thumping sound from somewhere nearby.]]

[[He follows the sound until he reaches a closed door, with the sound clearly coming from the other side. He narrows his eyes.]]

[[He opens the door to find Euler, his arms and legs bound, lying in the floor. His feet are up in the air, implying that he may have been kicking the closed door with his feet.]]
Euler: (Surprised) BOLTZMANN!
Boltzmann: #27182818... Euler, isn't it? Explain yourself.

Euler: [With an evil smirk] Oh, I'd LOVE to, and YOU'RE going to love what you're about to hear...