Cyrus: Apologies for grabbing you.

Rudy: There, that oughta do it.

Rudy holds his club like a torch, pointing it at Val, who sits in a corner to the left of the screen. Cyrus has backed up to the right. They’re in a dark underground space, with light streaming in from a one-block gap in the left wall.

Rudy: The heck are you doin’ here?

Val, blank-faced: Oh! Um…

Val: Nice costume, by the way~

Rudy, in one uninterrupted line: It’s not a costume it’s a suit of armor also don’t dodge the question.

Val: Okay, okay! Well, one second I was following a bug, and the next—

Rudy, interrupting: A bug?

Rudy points the club outside. Val stands; there sure are bugs out there all right!

Rudy: Like those bugs?

Val: Just like ’em!

Cyrus: That’s… not promising.

Val: You see them too?!

Rudy: They’re a graphical error if you have low HP.

Rudy channels his inner gremlin with a wide smile.

Rudy: They eat weakness for breakfast.

Rudy forges right and starts digging upwards, forming a zigzag staircase in the dirt.

Rudy: Anyway, you know what. You can tell us how you got in Blocks later.

Rudy: For now we gotta take advantage of the distraction.

Val, baffled: How I got in… huh?

Rudy: Display: Block. Duh.