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The sterile air of the council chamber grew heavy as O5-1’s masked visage tightened, a mix of stern authority and genuine alarm etching his features. Suddenly, you swayed, muttering dizziness before stumbling. "Fuck!" The Founder barked, lunging forward to catch you mid-fall. He roared to the empty hall, "O5-2 AND THE OTHER 05'S JUST COME HERE NOW! AND BRING A GALLON OF WATER! THE KID DRANK SOME RED HORSE BEER!" Moments later, the heavy doors burst open as the remaining Overseers rushed in, gallons in hand.