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Morello wakes up from his regular afternoon nap on the money bed, which today was extended an extra hour to be 11 AM - 3 PM instead of the usual 2 PM. He was extra tired due to the extra fairness he'd been working on. He looks around to gather his bearings, and sees Phreak crouched down beside him, smiling, and looking him in the eyes.
Attachment 821220 Umm...Phreak...do you think you could, I don't know, not watch me while I sleep?
Attachment 821222 Never, my love. For whenever my eyes do part your beautiful face, I feel the pain of a thousand teemos being murdered simultaneously.
Attachment 821220 Right. Well, I have to go meet with the uh...thing for the one thing we're doing.
Morello stands up, cracks his aching back, and passes Phreak to walk to the Skins team meeting scheduled for just a few minutes from now. He passes money storage room 405 and finds himself in a tiny room with a narrow desk, being crowded around by 5 team members. A whiteboard is attached to the far wall, with various drawings of teemo concepts currently taking up most of it. Morello walks in, causing the room to come to a hush very quickly. He walks up to the whiteboard and begins to erase the various teemo drawings, while beginning to talk to the team.
Attachment 821220 Okay guys, so what do we have? Any interesting ideas? Zac's coming out soon and I want him to have something special. Something unique and imaginative. Nothing like Fire Quinn, okay?
The gang looks around modestly, smirking, and turn to Ironstylus to give Morello the big news.
Attachment 821223 Well, Morello, we did a lot of thinking and concept art, and we've decided on what we think will be a really great skin for Zac.
Attachment 821223 Are you ready? You might want to sit down for this, Morello. Actually, don't sit down, because you'll just stand up when you hear it. It's seriously groundbreaking. I can't wait to show the entire world what we're capable of.
Attachment 821221 YOU GUYS ARE GENIUSES. OH MY GOD. This will be the best thing we have ever made. I'm gonna go let Hippalu$ know! We gotta get more rooms made for all the money. You know what, screw that! We can make another palace out of money with the amount of dough we're gonna rake in from this sh*t.
Morello prances to Hippalu$'s office, turning the corner to see newly crafted money sculptures of of the great man, right outside his office door. He opens it, entirely out of breath, and starts to make out words to Hippalu$.