Distraught, Michael sat at his desk after the latest series of reboots - at this point he had lost track as to the exact number, save for the accidental sit-reboot, which he refused to count.
"This is The Bad Place! This is The Bad Place" he mocked in Eleanor's voice. "If I have to hear that one more time..."
Furrowing his brow, Michael placed his head in his hands as he massaged his temples.
"Okay so... if I torture them outwardly, they'll know. That's a given - Jason knows that one. If I let them torture each other, they become suspicious, and then they'll find out what's going on..." Michael let out a sigh before continuing. "I have to... I have to find a way to let them torture themselves, but it can't raise any flags."
Michael looked up from his desk to catch the portrait of Doug Forcett before musing.
"If I can... kill them with kindness, yes... a good thing... disguised as a bad thing... and they wouldn't think of blaming me because... well, they're doing it to themselves..." Michael was nodding along as he caught sight of a half-melted yogurt cup on the desk. A sinister smirk flashed briefly before his mind began racing with ideas.
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