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Ford opened the vending machine and stepped inside, the elevator started to shake before starting. The dark stone walls moved slowly as he descended down to the portal room.
‘Maybe Fidds was right’, Ford thought to himself. ‘Maybe this portal was a bad idea, he had already come to terms with the fact that it was morally wrong, but what are morals anyways, how can it be bad? Exploring dimension after dimension with a god? My muse? I mean what's better?’
As his thoughts dissipated and the elevator came to a halting stop. As the doors opened, Ford saw his lab partner, Fiddleford McGucket, deep eyebags from little sleep and working constantly, his long sandy brown hair scruffy and neglected, laser focused on some equation he'd been trying to crack, looking almost deranged.
He saw how this research was making Fiddleford act, especially after seeing inside the portal, and he almost didn't care.
‘It’ll all be worth it in the end’. He kept trying to tell himself that hoping it would justify the lengths he was going. The hurt he was putting F through.
But nothing could.