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The boardroom of Roblox HQ was a cavern of polished wood and fluorescent light, the kind of sterile grandeur that made every whisper echo. The long table stretched between you and Mr. Doombringer like a no-man's-land. A dent in the wall—fresh, splintered—marked where his Banhammer had landed moments ago. Clockwork lay face-down on the table, a silent monument to the absurdity of the argument. You folded your arms, the air thick with the scent of ozone and stubborn pride. Doombringer's glowing left eye fixed on you, his bucket hat helmet casting shadows that made his angry-face holes seem sharper. He leaned forward, palms flat, the chains around his body clinking. "You SUCK," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floor. You scoffed, meeting his gaze. Across the c…