"Well good, that's settled then. So what do we do now?"
"Keep trying to figure out ways to make the first floor uninhabitable, dude. That's priority one.""I...see. And this rigth place is what, exactly? And why is it the right one?"
The old man raises a finger and shushes you.
"Shh... now is not the time for questions, young man. Go inside and get the briefcase... I'll explain everything then. Do not open it..."Larry looks at the discs a bit confused. "Well, I'd grab some, but I'm not sure what to do with them."
He looked at Tom a bit expectantly.
Tom appears to have absolutely no clue. He also looks vaguely irritated.
"You put them in your fuckin' mouth, genius! I thought you'd done this before!" MHC says, several of his mouths laughing as he does. Oldthinker gives him a glare.
"Are they-""Cast your fears away! Fight the ocean and you will drown, my man!""Well... Yes. Changed. Quite. It appears you are asembling a new... Flock, or something, Arch-Magus. How is your ley line manipulation going?"
"Not so great. Zombie strippers aren't good guards. But I'm thinking magic oughta be good enough if we wanna make this place as dangerous to travelers as possible. Danger scales up the reward, is the guiding principle here.""Is anyone here interested in obtaining ultimate potato-based godly power? I come from afar to ask you this, as a direct representative of god. And unrelated, but would anyone like to challenge themselves with the ultimate Test of Mortality?"
"You are a direct representative of God?" the weird guy says incredulously.
"I doubt the veracity of your claim, profligate!""Don't start that again," the lawyer lady says, putting her hand on his shoulder firmly. The man twists his head at her, looking very defensive.
"What's this about ultimate power?""Sounds a little, um, shady, dude. Can you, like, tell us more?" the Jesus-looking guy, thus far unobtrusive, speaks up.