This, this is worse, the smell is unbearable, some of the eggs are cooked, hard boiled, others are scrambled but most of them are raw. They all need to be eaten, the group trudges through and does the best they can, but egg after egg just causes them to be more and more sick.
After hours of devouring the eggs and making sure they are passed around equally the group is told they need to walk around the perimeter of the room. Their pace is obviously slow and can barely be called a walk let alone a jog, its more like a stammer. They look like a room of zombies dragging themselves around the room in an attempt to fulfill the request of Cipher.
The monitor comes on and the conductor of this mad crazed orchestra appears. "Look at all of you, how pathetic is this. The first lady would be so disappointed to see that a well balanced breakfast is causing poor exercise and activity." he chuckles. "Would my good friends the P90s please join the room." At his command at least 25 well armored and armed men in all black appear on the small thin balcony above and around the room. They each seem to train their scopes on a different target, like a lion picking out the weakest gazelle of the herd they are just waiting to take out the weakest links. "P90s if you see it fit, please motivate those in the room that you feel aren't giving it their total attention, but do so one at a time, starting at the 12 o'clock position."
A P90 on the North wall, dead center of the balcony fires a shot from his gun and a small bean bag hurls from its barrel striking one of the people walking around the room. Apparently that P90 was the 12 o'clock position and he felt that a man named Jeff wasn't moving fast enough around the room. He was dragging himself along the wall, he had protested quite a bit earlier about the eggs, complaining how much he hated eggs even before today.
This motivation towards Jeff however springs a bit of life into about 90% of the group and they all begin to jog a little quicker around the circumference of their chamber. Unfortunately this has a negative effect as well, because it makes it clear who isn't moving as quickly as the others due them being passed by or knocked to the side. The second P90 to the right of the first that fired a shot follows suit and launches a bean bag at another man named Phillip. It strikes him dead center in the back and the group doesn't even pause as he winces in pain and falls to the ground. Some of the joggers grab his arms and help him to his feet and try and get him moving with the flow without slowing themselves down too much.
This continues on the North wall until every one of the P90s who are to the right of the first man who fired have shot their rifles and 'motivated' one of the group, all of which are now in a quickly hustling around the room. As predicted however the eggs are not sitting well with those running. Karen, one of the women is the first to succumb to the effects of running after eating a huge portion of eggs. She vomits and gets sick just to the left of where everyone is walking and the group tries to avoid running through it or getting near it which just causes more issues with the pack.
The monitor comes on and Cipher appears. "This was an unfortunate possibility, the physical activity combined with that high protein breakfast has caused some of you to not feel so good. Please, if you feel the need to get sick do so in the waste area in the center of the room." A small panel opens up in the floor in the center of the room and just as it does four more people from the group rush to it and get sick.
"Wait!" Dale screams and runs towards the center of the room, baseball sliding across the smooth floor he practically falls in the hole. He shoves aside two of the people and they end up getting sick all over the floor next to the open area. He shoves his hand in and sifts through the shallow puddle of vomit that has barely filled the area and pulls out a key on a ring. "HA! I knew it! As soon as you said you were giving us a place to be sick in, I knew you'd hide the key there and make me sift through hours of vomit. But I got it, I beat you! YES!" he shakes his fist and the key in defiance.
"I'm sorry, does it look like he's running?" Cipher words instantly get the first P90 on the East wall to fire a shot and the bean bag strikes Dale right in the abdomen. He staggers back a quick moment as the wind is knocked out of him. Another shot from the second P90 on the East wall is fired at strikes him in the chest and he feels his heart skip a beat. It also causes to drop the key from his grip as he stumbles to the ground. He begins to vomit and get sick as his key to freedom skids across the floor. "Tell you what, whomever swallows that key right now, gets to go home tomorrow, and Dale can go home once you 'get rid of it', if you know what I mean.
A mad dash across the room from numerous people men and women alike go after the key, Dale wants to stop them but he's still retching into the hole in the floor. One of the men, Paco, grabs the key and holds it over his mouth, but before they can drop it in, another smacks it out of his hand. The slap causes Paco to loose his eggs and get sick on the one who slapped him. Karina, then grabs the key and quickly throws it in her mouth, she looks as though she's trying to breathe underwater, twisting and convulsing in an attempt to swallow the key, she fails and she too vomits, spewing her eggs along with the key along the floor.
Dale scampers across the floor through the sickness all over and picks up the key and cradles it as if he's just recovered the most important fumble ever. He screams out again. "Ha, I did it! I did it." He falls back, onto the floor, covered in filth and bile.
"Yes look at you, such a winner, congrats. Now get out. The rest of you are done, I'm done with this day and all your antics, I'm just done." The monitor shuts off and the P90s leave the room. The group should feel relieved but with Cipher's comments and mannerisms there is definitely a bigger uneasiness to the group than there is a sense of relief.
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