[You can’t move your mouth anymore. You didn’t need it to talk, but your voice comes out muffled now.]

[“I diiiid. Chaaallenge?” You pause, and present the eye to him.]

[You can practically feel the fervor that Task’s hands grab you with. Task rolls you around in hir hands, inspecting every inch of you.]

[“VCR- why would I want that? I don’t want to see you hurt.”]

[They snatch the eye away from you, and sizes it up against the large hole in your face.]

[“Give that to me. You look wrong. I need to fix you.”]