*RING*

*RING*

*RING*

"Ayyyy what the fuck is up? Y'all know who it is. I can't come to tha phone right now, too busy my triumphant victory over tha entire basic white bitch race. Leave a message at tha beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeep.

Nah, just playin' wit'chall, that ain't the-"

*BEEP*

Karl Nyqvist pounded the top of his desk and swore under his breath as he sunk into his leather office chair. He could feel Draisatil's eyes on him despite the fact that she didn't even bother looking up from her phone once during his outburst.

"That doesn't sound good."

"I haven't talked to him since he beat Myst. I think 'not good' is a bit of an understatement."

"Let him have fun."

Karl raised an eyebrow at his so-called 'specialist', who just shrugged her shoulders in response.

"He's up in the clouds and nothing we can say or do will bring him down. It only matters that we're here for him when he crashes back down to Earth."

"Yeah, and when'll that be?"

"Tomorrow night sounds right."

"You can't be serious. That'll torpedo him!"

"Only if we let it."