Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Carlos [heavily distorted feedback punctuated by sharp clicking noises], leave a message after the collective screech of eight different kinds of buzzards.
Not sure about the pudding, unless that's what you want to investigate? Coffee would be great, though. I haven't slept in thirty-five hours and I'm starting to drag.
[Even if Giorno wasn't even moderately observant, he could notice that the door to lab number one has been completely removed off its hinges and set aside. Also, for whatever reason, there's a padlocked chain neatly wrapped around it. Weird.
The lab itself is in its usual colorful disarray, with The Man Himself carefully perched on top of one of the benches.]
That's good, on both accounts. It's important to have some quiet time. Or a lot of quiet time! It's important to spend at least seventy percent of your life in dead silence.
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