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Asema, having just attempted to pass off his mass crotch adjustment as a cough, surveys you through his pair of foster's-tint beer goggles. His furrowed brow and snotty nose seems to suggest that his mind is racing at a millionty miles per hour. A passing traffic cop notes this and writes out a parking ticket for Asema's speeding brain (the policeman posts it through his ear.) After a while he remembers why he's here.
"Okay, you, I'll let you on a little secret. I'm going to take down the admintai myself. Once and for all. The Conspirator's notebook is one of the last things I need before I can stage my coup. Since you've seen what I'm up to, and because I can't afford anyone to know, lest the admins catch wind of my plot, I have a propostion for you: Either help me, or die."