[Eventually, Minimus has to sweep the brig and create safe walking paths free of strings and other hazards. He returns to the brig armed with a long broom and a sack of bricks, avoiding touching any of those unnecessary emotions. Strangely, there's one connected to his hand that won't sit aside like a well behaved string, no matter how much he angles it.
It turns out that it's because it's directly linked to one of the mechs jailed here.]
Riptide? [He hooks the end of the broom handle on the string and pushes it aside.] Please organize your cell. I have some supplies to keep them from touching you.
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It turns out that it's because it's directly linked to one of the mechs jailed here.]
Riptide? [He hooks the end of the broom handle on the string and pushes it aside.] Please organize your cell. I have some supplies to keep them from touching you.
[Namely, bricks.]