Suddenly, the headset is snatched off of Wyn's head and a strange man is talking into it instead.
"I'm sorry about that, sir. The problem is simple: your computer is full of dust. Just throw it in the sink to soak for a couple hours, let it dry, and it'll be good as new."
Lyle takes off the headset and chucks it under the desk.
"Was he Victorian? I hope so."
Lyle appears to fit the environment--he's wearing a bland white and black office outfit with a yellow tie. But he's a lot less reserved in his dreams, and it's fighting the ennui that's already beginning to tug at him.
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"I'm sorry about that, sir. The problem is simple: your computer is full of dust. Just throw it in the sink to soak for a couple hours, let it dry, and it'll be good as new."
Lyle takes off the headset and chucks it under the desk.
"Was he Victorian? I hope so."
Lyle appears to fit the environment--he's wearing a bland white and black office outfit with a yellow tie. But he's a lot less reserved in his dreams, and it's fighting the ennui that's already beginning to tug at him.