“…aaaaalright then.” He shrugged and went towards the elevator. “Don’t every trish have the same personality, likes and so on? Isn’t that how clones work?”
The Council Elders nod.
“That will be for the best”
(Let’s skip everything and tag everyone for the battle in Light Shire)
“Um. Floor 22, please. Are there really only Trishes in this whole thing…?”
“When you’re a Trish, at least…you must go insane when you’re in here otherwise. Start thinking you’re a trish as well.”
“The overhaul?” Elevator music intensifies
Trish: The boss, the big boss, just thought one day “hey if everyone is me then nobody will spy on the company to steal ideas” and then she fired everyone
“Well, I don’t mean to nitpick, but a Trish could probably spy on the company as well. If this works how I’m thinking.”
“…hmh.” Ding ding, the door of the elevator opened. “How do you trishes differenciate each other?”
“What does SA mean?” He walked through the door, holding it open with a hand.
“Ah. Alright.” He went through the corridor after waving goodbyes, wondering where the hell he was supposed to go in.
He knocked on it, starting to sweat a bit.