Nerva: "Uh.. are you ok? Should I follow you in?"

Thomas: "Hmm- probably, & yes, respectively!"

Nerva: "Well, THIS is an odd room.."

Nerva: "So.. where are we going now?"

Thomas: "It looks like we're headed towards that BLURRY INDESTINCTNESS over-thar.."

Nerva: "You seem affly CONFIDENT about this-all..."

Thomas: "Well- according to my GUESS, it'll take us about 10 minutes to drift there.."

Nerva: "But what th' heliport's going ON? What was that SHATTERING wall? & other ORIKLE lady? & that half fadey-inny shape? & what th' SAMUEL Q. HILL IS this ROOM

SPACE?"

Thomas: "Actually- the answer to yer PENULTIMATE question sheds th' most light on yer others.. that FADEY-IN-y shape was a COMMUTANT! I met one of its kind at Hell O station once..*"

Thomas: "They MESS with yer MIND, & put you in COMPLETELY ILLUSORY WORLDS of their OWN CONTROL.."

Thomas: "Then they use what they learn from those people's behavior & IDEAS.. & act or sell intellectual property as appropriate to make MOOLAH!"

..

Nerva: "Seriously?"

Thomas: "'Fraid so.."

Thomas: "..& I think this whole room-- or place-- or ORIKLE ROW itsself-- is a HALOOSINORY world!"

Nerva: "Dag."