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The room is safe and sound, after some cautious examination. Jack sits on the destroyed box and thinks to himself, giving off soft chuckles time to time, seeming to be lost in his own world. He doesn't seem to bothered about his injury to your knowledge. At least he's okay, you think.
"It'll be okay, Jack," you say trying to comfort him.
Jasper cannot use his trapping abilities currently, his mind and fingers aren't ready to do it extensively yet. However you do check for where the turrets were that shot Jack. There are a few of these turret spots spaced out around the room. However they are embedded in the wall, and locked by three plates of the wall. Since they are disabled, they are very inaccessible.
"Aww, J-Jack! I'm glad you're alive at least. Just hold up, I'll try and dismantle something for parts, and I'll see if I can do something with your arm soon." Jasper stutters to the lizard.
You wait quietly, and patiently with your arms crossed over your frontside. Waiting. Jack's soft chuckles erupt into roaring laughter. Jack throws his fist and jagged stump up into the air and begins what could be considered a rant.
"Oh, the security system thinks it's so smart, one last shot after all the lasers are already gone! Thinks it got the last laugh?
Well screw you! Jack is awesome! YOu're dead! When he gets out of here he'll get a better arm, with a chainsaw! A big one, and after he bangs the hot engineer chick who installed it, he'll go carve up the King's face! How about them apples?!...
Man, some apple pie would be great about now.
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Sure, Jasper, when you're ready to make me a replacement arm, have at it!"
The door to the next room is nearby. The floor is back to normal if you enter, and it seems to be a very plain cube of a room.
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