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Poppy: (bouncing up and down with an ungodly amount of pure, unadulterated, sugary joy that physically vibrates the room) GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER! I FOUND THIS GAME! IT’S CALLED FLEE THE FACILITY! WE ARE GOING TO PLAY IT! RIGHT NOW!

Looey: (rubbing his ears, already looking nervous) Uh, Flee the Facility? Is it safe? Because my head is highly susceptible to popping. I mean, one sharp edge and I’m literally hot air!

Scraps: (licking her paw and dragging it over her ear lazily) Hssss. Sounds like a lot of running. Do I get fish if I win? Or yarn? If there’s no yarn, I’m going back to sleep in a cardboard box.

Yatta: (suddenly phasing through the floor, eyes vibrating out of her skull, swinging from the ceiling fan like a deranged acrobat) CANDY?! DID SOMEONE SAY FLEE THE CANDY?! WE RUN?! WE SMASH?! WE GET THE SUGAR RUSH?! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PUMP! UP! THE! ENERGY!!!

Blot: (sighing, ink dripping down his face in a melodramatic fashion as he types on his ghostly keyboard) .taht gniyalp ton m'I

[Translation: I'm not playing that.]

Poppy: (ignoring Blot completely, grabbing everyone by the wrists with terrifying, inescapable bubble-strength) TOO LATE! I ALREADY PRESSED PLAY! AHAHAHAHA!

The screen violently flashes white with a bass boosted Roblox queue sound. The words "CHOOSING THE BEAST" aggressively flash . A loud roulette ticking sound echoes. It lands on Yatta. She freezes completely, a hyper-realistic, horrifying grin stretches across her piñata face.

...

(INHALES)

...

Yatta: (screaming at a volume that shatters the space-time continuum) CANDYYYYY!!! I AM THE BEAST!!! I WILL CRUSH YOU! I WILL FREEZE YOU! I WILL TAKE ALL YOUR LUNCH MONEY AND YOUR SUGAR PACKETS!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 

The survivors are spawned into the dark, cold, fog-filled concrete maze. It turns out to be The Abandoned Facility.

Blot: (spawning in a desolate hallway, rolling his eyes as he leaves a trail of black ink on the floor) .elcitrap a sa llams sa si niarb s'attaY 

[Translation: Yatta's brain is as small as a particle.]

Blot wanders down the hallway and pushes open a creaky wooden door. He spots a glowing, retro cybernetic terminal. He cracks his knuckles, sits in the dilapidated office chair, and begins hacking. The bar starts filling up. A skillcheck appears on the screen.

Blot: (thinking to himself for a moment of quiet, intellectual observation) .gnitanicsaF .sezis rab kcehclliks sdragersid yletelpmoc IU eht ,ytilicaF eht eelF ni ereh saerehw ,rellams hcum si ereht kcehclliks rats-eno A .dlroW s'ydnaD ni ot demotsucca ma I tahw naht regral yltnacifingis si lanimret siht no kcehclliks ehT

Suddenly, the wooden door is kicked open with the force of a nuclear blast. The hinges fly off into the stratosphere. Looey stands in the doorway, his eyes bulging out of his head like two massive dinner plates.

Looey: (inhaling so deeply his balloon torso expands to three times its size) BLOT!!! I FOUND YOU!!! OH MY GOODNESS WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Blot: (violently startled, his ink physically leaping off his body in a cartoonish fright) !KCUF EHT TAHW 

[Translation: WHAT THE FUCK!]

Blot’s hand slams onto his keyboard, missing the skillcheck completely. The computer monitor turns blood red. A deafening, distorted alarm echoes across the entire map, accompanied by a giant red exclamation mark hovering over the building.

BEEP!

Blot: (veins popping out of his featureless ink head, shaking Looey violently by his turtleneck collar) !SRETUPMOC GNIKCAH HSIF OT GNIYRT M'I NEHW EM TCURRETNI UOY NEHW SI TI GNIYONNA WOH ,KCUF S'KCOD ,YEOOL 

[Translation:  LOOEY, DOCK'S FUCK, HOW ANNOYING IT IS WHEN YOU INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO FISH HACKING COMPUTERS!]

Looey: (sobbing hysterically, his voice cracking into five different octaves) I'M SORRY! I JUST WANTED A FRIEND! IT'S DARK IN HERE AND I THINK I HEAR CANDY WRAPPERS!

A massive red glow illuminates the hallway behind them. A loud heartbeat sound effect starts playing, but it's just the sound of someone hitting a microphone with a shoe. Yatta is standing at the end of the hallway. She is holding a massive glowing hammer. Her eyes are glowing red.

Yatta: (breathing heavily into the microphone) I SMELL... BALLOON ANIMALS... AND INK.

Looey: (shrieking like a deflating tire) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! SHE’S HERE! SHE’S GOING TO BEAT US INTO PIÑATA STUFFING!!!

Yatta: (sprinting towards them at mach 10, her legs a blur of colorful fringe) GET BACK HERE AND TAKE THE COMPLIMENT!!! AND BY COMPLIMENT I MEAN MY HAMMER!!!

Looey and Blot burst out of the room. The camera shakes violently as they run down the gray maze of hallways.

Looey: (grabbing Blot’s hand, crying waterfalls of tears that flood the floor) PLEASE, BLOT! I PLEDGE! I SWEAR! I WILL NEVER BOTHER YOU AGAIN! JUST SAVE ME! UWU! PLEASE!

Blot: (shoving Looey away with an ink-stained glove, sprinting for his life) !YAS OT EMIT ON EVAH EW

[Translation: WE HAVE NO TIME TO SAY!]

Yatta leaps through the air like a deranged Olympic long jumper. She swings her hammer. Blot dives flawlessly into a low wall vent, sliding through the metal grates like liquid ink. She misses hitting Blot and slamming the hammer directly into Looey's face with a loud BONK

Looey: (ragdolling instantly, his limbs bending in unnatural directions, his head visibly deflating with a loud FART NOISE) OOF!!!

Yatta: (laughing maniacally, dragging Looey's limp body by a thick rope) YOU'RE GOING TO CHILL OUT, LOOEY!!! GET IT?! BECAUSE IT'S A FREEZING CAGE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! 

Cut to another room. Scraps is walking on all fours, sniffing the mossy concrete floor, looking for yarn. Suddenly, the hallway outside her room flashes with an ominous red light.

Scraps: (ears perking up, hair standing on end, hissing aggressively) Hssss! Red light! Bad light! Water light! No, wait... Yatta light!

Through the walls, Looey’s muffled, distorted screams echo across the facility.

Looey: (distance audio, highly distorted) HELP ME! IT'S COLD! MY BODY IS FREEZING! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Scraps: (smirking, her tail wagging annoyedly) Heh. Stupid balloon. Got caught in like, two minutes. Skill issue.

Scraps crawls into the hallway, turning a corner and walking directly into Poppy.

Scraps: (getting startled, jumping ten feet into the air with an actual cat screech sound effect, arching her back) MREOW!!! HSSSS!!!

Poppy: (screaming just as loud, blowing bubbles out of pure terror) EEEEEK! Oh! Scraps! It's just you! Thank goodness! Yatta just put Looey in the freezer! We have to save him!

Scraps: (rolling her eyes) Ugh, fine. But I'm not doing the saving. I don't want my paper getting soggy from the ice. Here is the master plan, Bubble-Brain. I am going to distract Yatta, who is totally camping the cage because she has zero game sense. While she is distracted, you go and pull Looey out.

Poppy: (saluting with extreme military precision) YES MA'AM! OPERATION BUBBLE-RESCUE IS A GO!

Scraps sprints into the freezing pod room. Yatta is standing right in front of Looey's pod, literally just staring at him while eating a candy bar.

Scraps: (standing on her hind legs, pointing at Yatta) HEY! PINATA FREAK! I BET YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY REAL CANDY IN THERE! I BET YOU'RE FILLED WITH... VEGETABLES!!!

Yatta: (freezing., slowly turning her head 180 degrees like an owl, her eyes ignite with hellfire) ...WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT CANDY?

Scraps: (doing a default dance) BRO REALLY THOUGHT! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, BOZO!

Yatta screams like a jet engine and chases Scraps out of the room. The moment she leaves, Poppy sneaks in, violently hammering the "E" key on the pod. The ice shatters. Looey falls out, shivering violently.

Looey: (teeth chattering at 100mph) I-I-I t-t-t-t-hought I w-w-w-was a g-g-g-goner!

Poppy: (grabbing his arm) NO TIME FOR CHIT CHAT! RUN!

Meanwhile, Scraps is running down the hallway, laughing confidently.

Scraps: (smug) Ha! This is too easy. She's so slow, I could outrun her in my sle—

Yatta suddenly drops from a hole in the ceiling like Batman, directly onto Scraps. 

Scraps: (getting squished flat like a literal piece of paper) OWWWWW!

Yatta: (tying Scraps up in a rope, laughing like a complete psychopath, slapping her knee, slapping the wall, slapping the floor) HAHAHA! I CAUGHT THE CAT! THE PAPER CAT IS MINE! INTO THE BOX YOU GO! HAHAHA!

Yatta drags Scraps back to the freezing room. She kicks the door open, ready to gloat. But the pod is empty. The ice is shattered. Looey is gone.

Yatta: (stops laughing instantly, her face distorts into a deep, visceral grimace of pure rage) GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... MY BALLOON IS GONE. WHERE IS MY BALLOON?!

Scraps: (being dragged along the floor, looking up at Yatta, and bursting into hysterical, wheezing laughter) PFFFT— AHAHAHAHA! YOU GOT JUKED! YOU GOT PLAYED! OH MY GOD, YOUR STUPIDITY IS OFF THE CHARTS! BRO WAS CAMPING AND STILL LOST THE KILL! AHAHAHAHA!

Yatta: (veins bulging on her piñata horns, screaming in sheer frustration) SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU ARE GOING TO ANOTHER CAGE! AAAAAAAAGH!!!

Cut to Blot. He is alone in a dimly lit cubicle room. He has found the 2nd computer. He types with extreme precision. No Looey around. No distractions. He hits every skill check perfectly. The screen turns green. 2nd Computer Finished.

Blot: (stretching his arms, wiping a bead of ink sweat from his forehead) .edis ym no si lliks .tcefreP

[Translation: Perfect. Skill is on my side.]

Blot steps out of the room and looks across the catwalk. Below him, a giant "3/8 COMPUTERS LEFT" notification pops up. He sees the glowing green monitor of the 3rd computer.

Blot: (grunting to himself, normal irritation) ?neppah od selcariM .aera etats-irt eritne eht gnitrela tuohtiw retupmoc a hsinif ot deganam eH ?niaga yeooL taht sI
[Translation: Is that Looey again? He managed to finish a computer without alerting the entire tri-state area? Miracles do happen.]

Back to Yatta. She has finally arrived at the new freezing cage on the other side of the map. She goes to throw Scraps inside, but looks down at the rope.

Yatta: (confused) Huh?

The rope is empty. Scraps had chewed through it with her sharp cat teeth. Scraps is standing ten feet away, waving a paw.

Scraps: (grinning) BYE BYE, SUCKER!

Scraps dives perfectly into a wall vent, sliding away into the darkness.

Yatta: (staring at the empty vent, her hands start shaking, she looks at the camera, her face morphing into an absolute abomination of rage) ...SHE ESCAPED. SHE ESCAPED AGAIN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

 [VIOLENT KEYBOARD SMASHING NOISES]

Meanwhile, inside a giant industrial lab, Poppy and Looey are huddled together, sweating profusely, hacking the 4th computer. The progress bar is at 50%.

Poppy: (typing furiously) Come on, come on! Just a little more!

Looey: (shaking) I’m so scared, Poppy! If she hits me again, I’m gonna pop! I know it! I’ll be nothing but a sad little rubber scrap!

Blot drops down from the ceiling right next to them, scaring the living daylights out of both of them.

Looey & Poppy: (screaming in unison) AAAAAAAAAH!

Blot: (shushing them aggressively) !pu tuhs !em s'tI

[Translation: It's me! Shut up!]

Looey: (crying tears of joy) BLOT! YOU’RE HERE! HELP US!

Blot rolls his eyes, sits down at the middle keyboard, and starts typing at the speed of light. With three people, the computer hacks ridiculously fast. 

At 99%, the heavy iron door of the lab is literally kicked off its hinges. It flies across the room and embeds itself into the wall. Yatta stands in the doorway, her hammer glowing with the fury of a thousand suns, just as the computer dings green. 4th Computer Finished.

Yatta: (eyes glowing blood red, smiling a smile that physically hurts to look at) I FOUND YOU.

At that exact moment, across the map in the first room, Scraps finds the 1st computer that Blot had abandoned earlier when Looey startled him.

Scraps: (smirking) Oh look, sloppy seconds. Let's finish this.

She presses one button. The computer dings green. 1st Machine Finished.

Back in the lab, Yatta hears the ding. She realizes they only need one more computer. Her sanity completely snaps.

Yatta: (letting out a demonic screech that sounds like a dial-up modem being fed through a distortion pedal) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU DON'T GET TO ESCAPE!!! COME HERE!!!

Blot, Looey, and Poppy all look at each other. Their faces stretch in pure terror, eyes popping out of their sockets.

Blot, Looey & Poppy: (screaming in perfect, agonizing harmony) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

They scatter like cockroaches. Yatta lunges forward, her hammer swinging wildly. She locks onto Poppy.

Poppy: (running, her pink bow flying in the wind) NO! NOT THE BUBBLE! PLEASE! I'M DELICATE!

Yatta: (leaping 50 feet in the air, bringing the hammer down with the force of a meteor) VIBE CHECK!!!

[BASS BOOSTED BONK]

Poppy is flattened into a pancake. Yatta grabs her by the legs and drags her away.

Yatta: (laughing maniacally as she runs) ONE DOWN! YOU'RE GOING IN THE CHILLY BIN, BUBBLE GIRL!

While Yatta drags Poppy away, Looey and Blot scramble across the floor and dive headfirst into the same vent, getting wedged for a second before popping out the other side. They run into the VIP lounge and find the 5th machine.

Looey: (panting like a dog) We found it! The 5th machine! Quick, Blot, before she comes back!

Meanwhile, Scraps is on the other side of the facility. She has found the 6th computer and is typing away, humming a little tune to herself.

Scraps: (confident) I am literally carrying this team. My back hurts from how much I am carrying.

The 6th computer reaches 99%. Scraps reaches out to press the final button. Suddenly, Yatta drops from the ceiling vent directly in front of the screen, hanging upside down like a brightly colored spider.

Yatta: (whispering right into Scraps' ear) Peek-a-boo.

Scraps: (eyes widening to the size of watermelons, her fur standing on end, completely paralyzed with fear) ...Meow?

Yatta swings the hammer horizontally. 

LOUD BASEBALL BAT SOUND. 

Scraps is launched across the room, hitting the wall and sliding down like a wet noodle. Yatta ties her up and hauls her to a cage.

Cut to Poppy. She is locked in the freezing pod. The ice is slowly creeping up her bubble body. Her health bar is draining.

Poppy: (shivering, struggling against the ice) Guys? Little help here? I'm getting a bit frosty!

Her health hits 15%.

Poppy: (screaming at the top of her lungs, crying) HELP MEEEE!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE A FROZEN BUBBLE! I HAVE SO MUCH LEFT TO LIVE FOR! SOMEONE! ANYONE!!!

Silence. No one is around. Blot and Looey are on the other side of the map. Scraps is being dragged. The ice completely consumes Poppy. A loud, global BELL GONG echoes across the map. A skull icon appears on the screen. Poppy has died.

All the surviving Toons hear the gong. They freeze in their tracks.

Looey: (falling to his knees, screaming to the heavens) NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! POPPYYYYYYY!!! SHE WAS TOO YOUNG! SHE WAS TOO ROUND! AAAAAAAAH!!!

Blot: (a single black ink tear falling down his face) .dneirf ym ,ecaep ni tseR

[Translation: Rest in peace, my friend.]

Yatta: (standing in the middle of a hallway, throwing her head back and laughing so hard the audio quality degrades into pure static) 

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YES! YES! ONE BITES THE DUST! I AM UNSTOPPABLE! I AM THE CANDY QUEEN! I AM—

Suddenly, a loud snap echoes in the room next to Yatta. She looks over. Scraps, who she literally just put in a pod five seconds ago, has chewed through the ropes AGAIN, broken the ice, and is diving into a vent network.

Scraps: (yelling from inside the vent) CATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE, DUMMY!

Yatta: (her jaw unhinges and hits the floor, her eyes catch fire, she instantly goes absolutely, unequivocally bananas, screaming incomprehensible gibberish)

 #@$\%!*&^\%$!!! THE CAT! THE PAPER CAT! WHY WON'T YOU STAY IN THE BOX?! I HATE PAPER! I HATE CATS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! 

[AGGRESSIVE MOUSE CLICKING SOUNDS]

Back in the VIP lounge. Looey and Blot finish the 5th computer. They run to the adjacent office space and find the 7th computer. They hack it furiously. 5th and 7th computers finished.

Looey: (sweating) We're doing it, Blot! We're doing it!

Blot: (nodding, giving a thumbs up) !eno tsal ehT

[Translation: The last one!]

They look down the long concrete hallway. Suddenly, Scraps comes drifting around the corner like a racecar, screaming her lungs out.

Scraps: (sprinting, hyperventilating) SHES ON MY TAIL! SHES MAD! SHE IS SO MAD!

Behind Scraps, Yatta is running at a speed that defies the Roblox engine. She is vibrating so fast she looks like a multi-colored blur, roaring like a dinosaur.

Looey: (eyes popping out) OH MY GOD! RUN!!!

The three of them sprint down the hallway toward a heavy metal door. Blot slides under the door frame. Scraps leaps through the gap. Looey is the last one in. He grabs the door handle and slams it shut.

Looey: (leaning against the door, panting) Phew! Ha! Safe! I shut the door! Take that, Yatta! You can't open doors fast enough! I am a genius!

A beat of silence.

The door violently explodes inward, sending Looey flying across the room. Yatta stands in the ruins of the doorway, holding her foot up from the kick.

Yatta: (deep, demonic voice) HERE'S YATTA.

Looey: (lying on the floor, holding up a tiny white flag) Pls no.

Yatta raises the hammer and brings it down. 

BONK. 

Looey is flattened. She grabs him, tosses him into a freezing cage right in the corner of the room, and stands directly in front of it, staring at him unblinkingly.

Yatta: (breathing heavily) I am not moving. I am not blinking. You are staying here until you pop.

Blot: (hiding behind a crate with Scraps, whispering aggressively) !pu tilps ot evah eW 

[Translation: We have to split up!]

Scraps: (whispering back) You distract her. You're made of ink, you can take a hit. I'll go find a computer.

Blot: (giving her a thumbs up, stepping out from behind the crate) !ETIREOHTEET YDNAC

[Translation: CANDY TEETHEREITE!] (Wait, backward for: CANDY TERRORIST!)

Yatta snaps her neck towards Blot.

Blot: (doing a taunting mime dance, slapping his non-existent behind) !em hctac t'naC 

[Translation: Can't catch me!]

Yatta: (roaring) I WILL DRINK YOUR INK!!!

Yatta abandons Looey's cage and chases Blot. Blot loops around the desks, sliding over tables, vaulting through windows, juking Yatta out of her shoes. Yatta smashes three tables, two chairs, and a wall trying to hit him.

Meanwhile, Scraps runs back to the 6th computer that she had 99% finished before she got jumped. She presses the last button. She runs out into the hallway and bumps right into Blot, who just vaulted over a railing to escape Yatta.

Scraps: (panting) I got one!

Blot: (panting) !oot ereH

[Translation: Here too!]

They run into the next room and find the 8th computer. They sit down and start hacking together. The bar fills rapidly. 

A loud bell gong echoes through the map. A skull icon appears. Looey has frozen to death while Yatta was chasing Blot.

Scraps: (wincing) Oof. RIP Looey. He popped.

Blot: (typing faster, a single tear falling) !mih rof ti od ll'eW

 [Translation: We'll do it for him!]

They finish the 8th computer. But the game says "COMPUTERS LEFT: 1". They realize they miscounted. They need one more.

Scraps: (pulling her hair out) ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! MATH IS FLAWED!

Blot: (pointing desperately down the hall) !rood tixe eht raeN

[Translation: Near the exit door!]

They sprint to the room right next to the massive, locked EXIT door. Inside is the 9th glowing computer. They dive onto the keyboards. Sweat is flying everywhere. The skill checks are coming in a million miles an hour. The progress bar hits 100%. The computer turns green. 

A massive, facility-wide siren begins blaring. The text "THE EXITS ARE OPEN!" flashes on the screen in bright blue.

On the other side of the map, Yatta hears the siren. Her head snaps towards the exit. She lets out a roar so loud it distorts the actual game audio into a screeching glitch.

Yatta: (raging, screaming in a voice that sounds like three demons fighting over a microphone) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU CANNOT LEAVE THE PARTY EARLY!!! I HAVE THE GOODIE BAGS!!! I HAVE THE GOODIE BAGSSSSSSS!!!

She sprints towards the exit, ignoring all physics, phasing through a wall in pure anger, her hammer dragging along the floor and creating sparks.

At the exit door, Blot starts hacking the 12-second exit timer. Scraps is crouching by the doorway, her cat ears swiveling like radar dishes.

Scraps: (camping the sound) Come on, come on... I hear her! I hear the stomping! She's raging! Blot, BE QUICK!

Blot: (sweating ink profusely, mashing the keypad) !tsaf os gnipeeb s'tI

[Translation: It's beeping so fast!]

Scraps: (heartbeat sound effect getting deafeningly loud) SHE'S IN THE HALLWAY! SHE'S RIGHT THERE!

Yatta turns the corner. Her face is a mangled mess of anger and despair. She sees them at the door.

Yatta: (screaming) STOP HACKING THE DOOR!!! PLAY WITH ME!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

She leaps into the air, bringing the hammer down for one final, devastating, game-ending strike.

The giant metal doors violently slide open. The green ESCAPE zone lights up.

Blot: (grabbing Scraps by the scruff of her neck) !PUMJ

[Translation: JUMP!]

Blot and Scraps dive forward, tumbling into the glowing green escape zone literally milliseconds before Yatta's hammer smashes into the floor where they were just standing. The timer shows 58 seconds left on the clock. They won before the 1-minute mark.

SURVIVORS ESCAPED!

Yatta: (falling to her knees in the exit doorway, dropping her hammer, looking up at the ceiling)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! 

[LOUD TABLE SMASH] 

[LOUD KEYBOARD BREAKING]

[GMOD EXPLOSION SOUND] 

Yatta: (eyes twitching) WHY DOES THE PAPER CAT ALWAYS WIIIIIIIIIN?!?!?!

Scraps: (doing the e/ dance) SKILL. ISSUE.

Blot: (waving politely, smiling) .etadilosnoC .emag dooG

[Translation: Good game. Consolidate.] 

(Wait, backward for: Good game. Condolences.)