This is a full walk-through of the dialogue choices I made to get the good ending with Eddie and Volt. Just a heads-up—you don’t have to follow this path, but if you want a guaranteed route to a satisfying resolution, this works! I’ve seen a lot of players struggle with this part, so I wanted to share how I did it. Please note that there may be typos and errors, as I used voice-to-text for most of this. Hope it helps!
This only Has Volt, Eddie, The player and The Narrators lines
Day One
Narrator: A classic speak-easy club welcomes you in. The low electric lights glow warmly. Live music drifts languidly from a sumptuous, velvet-red stage and envelops the audience in a pleasurable haze of pure vibe.
Volt: Well now, what a delightful surprise. A brand new patron!
Player: New? I’m in here all the time. Or at least every time it rains and the breakers trip.
Volt: Hmm, are you sure you’re not thinking of another closet? I’m certain this must be your first time. Trust me. I would never forget such a striking face.
Player: Striking, huh?
Volt: Oh yes, distractingly so. I imagine it would be quite difficult to focus on anything else with you around. Though, I can’t say I mind. You have quite the reputation around the house, live wire. I’m eager to explore it for myself. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves! Where are my manners? My name is Volt.
Narrator: He extends a hand towards you… a conduit of pure, dangerous, sexual energy that charges the very air between you.
Player: Take Volt’s hand.
Narrator: He lowers his head to brush his lips across the back of your hand. Was that a spark of static electricity you felt just now?
Volt: It’s a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance.
Narrator: Taking his eyes from you for the first time, Volt slips his arm around your waist and turns you slowly to take in the rest of the room.
Volt: Welcome to the Breaker Box, the pinnacle of luxury and entertainment, and the most exclusive club in the house. Impressive, isn’t it?
Player: Yeah, it really is. I kinda feel underdressed…
Volt: Trust me, you look stunning. Your Fantastic Red Shirt is the envy of every eye in the room!
Narrator: That sound… the flickering lights… it can only be a power fluctuation.
Player: Oh wow, that even happens here?
Volt: What? Oh, that? That was nothing, just a little surge. With this much energy coursing around, it’s bound to happen from time to time.
Eddie: Volt.
Narrator: This newcomer looks exhausted, frustrated, and annoyed. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow, revealing calloused and bruised hands that he wipes on a rag.
Volt: Eddie! Just in time to meet our guest.
Eddie: The human? What’s she doing here?
Volt: I’d imagine if we don’t poison the mood… They’ll be joining us for the headliner show. Joining us for tonight’s show, I hope.
Player: As long as you’re going to be there, I’m up for anything!
Volt: Careful there, live wire. I might just take you up on that.
Eddie: Right… well have fun with that. I finished the patch. I’m clocking out. Not my best work, but it’ll hold for the show.
Volt: Ah, I see. And… you’re sure you’re… feeling alright?
Eddie: I– I’m fine, just… don’t overdo it.
Narrator: Eddie turns and trudges away, focusing on the rag in his hands.
Player: Is he okay?
Volt: Of course! Eddie always is… His “human skills” leave something to be desired. Best to simply give him some space.
Volt: Back to the matter at hand—tonight’s show! Shall I set you up at one of our VIP tables?
Player: You sure you don’t need to check on Eddie?
Volt: That’s very thoughtful of you, but I assure you what Eddie really needs is space.
Player: Okay, if you say so.
Volt: Shall I set you up at one of our VIP tables?
Player: I’m VIP?
Volt: You are, by definition, the only person in this house so I’d say you more than qualify.
Player: What is this show exactly?
Volt: Open Spotlight! Our nightly talent showcase, featuring the hottest up-and-coming acts from across the house. It’s a real crowd pleaser.
Volt: Shall I set you up at one of our VIP tables?
Player: Lead the way!
Volt: With pleasure!
Narrator: With a wink, Volt hops nimbly up onto the stage. He was born for the spotlight.
Volt: Good evening, you scofflaws and ducky whatsits! Looks like Johnny Splash is gonna be singing for us tonight! Be warned patrons, you might get wet.
Narrator: With the club beginning to close down, it appears that the show is over. Patrons mill about talking amongst themselves.
Narrator: You spot Eddie nursing a solitary cocktail at the bar—Volt is nowhere to be found. Things feel colder and quieter without his presence.
Player: -speak with Eddie-
Eddie: … Show’s over. Club’s closed.
Player: I just wanted to check on you.
Eddie: What? Why?
Player: You seemed upset earlier.
Eddie: I wasn’t. Happy? You can go now. Are you always this oblivious?
Player: Are you always this much of an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥?
Eddie: … -Cute. Now get out, I’ve got work to do.
Day Two
Volt: You should be resting.
Eddie: I’ll add it to the list.
Volt: Eddie.
Eddie: There’s no time, alright? There’s too much to do, and unless you want us to blow a fuse…
Volt: We’re not going to blow a fuse. Though, you might if you don’t relax. Everything is well in hand.
Eddie: …Fine. Just a few hours, but only if you swear you’ll keep me updated.
Volt: Have I ever failed you before?
Eddie: Obviously not. I’m serious, Volt. If it gets worse, you come get me.
Narrator: Clearly not fully convinced, Eddie chews on his lip. Finally he turns, blowing past you with barely a nod.
Volt: Ah, live wire!
Narrator: Volt’s whole demeanor shifts as he notices you. And you feel just as tingly as the first time.
Volt: How delightful. You’re back.
Player: Came for the shows. The stage and, well. You.
Volt: You do learn quickly, don’t you. I’ll have to find some more challenging lessons for you.
Narrator: Volt’s eyes shoot to the lights, and immediately back to you.
Player: Feels like you’re trying to distract me. What is going on?
Narrator: For a split second, Volt seems caught off guard… perhaps your directness has surprised him. But he recovers swiftly enough.
Volt: Can I set you up with a table? The show doesn’t start until later, though I imagine we can find something to fill the time.
Narrator: For a split second, Volt seems caught off guard. Perhaps your directness has surprised him. But he recovers swiftly enough.
Volt: Go ahead, ask your charming host anything you like.
Player: Who is Eddie?
Volt: Eddie is my predecessor. He was in charge of all the power in the house before me.
Player: “Was” in charge? So that means now you’re in charge of it?
Volt: Very astute, live wire. I supply, filter, and regulate all the power in the house.
Player: What does Eddie do then?
Volt: He mainly helps me look after the club. He may be retired now, but his help is quite invaluable in that regard.
Player: Is that why he’s…
Volt: Why he’s..?
Player: So focused on this place?
Volt: Ah, yes, he does tend to take the work quite seriously.
Player: Why does the power keep fluctuating?
Volt: Oh, it’s a simple power surge. If you tell me you’ve never seen a power surge before, I’ll know you’re lying.
Player: OK but why does it happen?
Volt: The flow of electricity can be a very unpredictable thing. It requires a delicate balance and power conversion. Sometimes, the balance gets thrown off. But it’s nothing to be concerned about, I assure you.
Player: Well, I’m concerned. Do I need to do something to fix it?
Volt: Fix? laughs Does it look like anything around here is in need of fixing? That’s just the nature of an older house. It’s part of its personality and charm. No, certainly nothing that needs to be fixed.
Player: That’s true I guess. OK if you’re sure.
Volt: There, excellent. Nothing to hide. Now, why don’t we move this into a more pleasant atmosphere?
Narrator: The lights begin to flicker again, a familiar occurrence by now, but this incident feels different. It lasts longer than it should. The buzzing feels ominous, almost like a warning.
Volt: Ah, my apologies, live wire. As much as I’m enjoying our conversation, there are a few things I must attend to. It’s nearly time to open for the show. Allow me to show you to your seat.
Narrator: It does feel like your seat now, even as the power continues to surge and ebb. The lights flicker, the bulbs buzz and drone. The crowd thickens and murmurs anxiously, beginning to grow restless until Volt finally takes the stage.
Volt: We’ve got a real treat for you tonight. According to him, he is a new musician no one has ever heard of, and if they think they have, they’re wrong or my name ain’t Johnny. PS, don’t read that part—well, read it, but don’t say it out loud for amps’ sake. It’s Steamy Hendrix!
Narrator: The show concludes. Mercifully.
Player: -Wait for Volt-
Narrator: And you wait, but Volt does not come. You get up to leave and you notice Eddie quietly closing the door to the back room and shuffling to the bar to fix his drink.
Eddie: Oh, for ♥♥♥♥’s sake, what do you want?
Player: Is it just you here closing up?
Eddie: Obvious question time. Fun.
Player: No, actually I was looking for you.
Eddie: What? Why?
Player: Something is wrong in this club.
Eddie: …Why do you think that? Did something happen?
Player: Weird things keep happening with the power. He says it’s nothing but it doesn’t seem like nothing.
Eddie: What kind of weird things?
Player: The power seems unstable.
Eddie: So you came here to what?
Player: To help.
Eddie: HA Right. Well, good luck with that.
Player: Eddie, come on. Please?
Eddie: The hell do you expect me to do about it? Volt’s the one who runs the power here. If there’s a problem, let him handle it.
Player: If he could handle it, he would’ve. He’s in over his head.
Eddie: Huh… You’re smarter than you look. You actually care about this, don’t you?
Player: Yeah, I do.
Eddie: Ah, damn it. You’re not going to let this go, are you? I’m going to regret this. Now are you good with tools?
Player: Not… great, but I could probably avoid setting anything on fire.
Eddie: Good enough. Come back after tonight ready to work.
Player: What kind of work?
Eddie: Do you want to help or not?
Player: Right, got it. I’ll be here.
Eddie: Better. You got what you came for, right? Can I finish my drink in peace?
Player: We haven’t even been properly introduced!
Eddie: I’m regretting this already. You’re not going to go away unless I do a formal introduction, is that it?
Player: Please?
Eddie: Eddie. My name’s Eddie, which you already know because we’ve met.
Player: Not really met so much as both been near Volt at the same time.
Eddie: Whatever. Good enough?
Player: Just Eddie? That’s all I get?
Eddie: Edison. Edison Watts. You want my bar-code too? Look, you’d better rest up if you want to be useful tomorrow—unless you’ve changed your mind.
Player: You can’t get rid of me that easy.
Eddie: Right. Well, this has been something, but I need to get back to it. Oh, and if you do show up, wear something comfortable.
Day Three 1/2
Eddie: Huh, you actually showed up. I guess that means I lose. Good to know. A little inconvenient for me, but good to know.
Player: Lose what?
Eddie: I made a bet. Was pretty sure you’d back out, but I guess there’s still time. You’ll probably change your mind once you realize what you signed up for.
Narrator: Eddie sets down his drink and shrugs out of his vest. He begins rolling up his sleeves.
Player: And miss out on your charming attitude?
Eddie: Oh, is that what it is? I should be more aloof, then maybe I’d get some peace and quiet. As long as you’re here, might as well get to it. There’s a lot to do before we open.
Player: Why is the club closed anyway? It’s weird seeing it so empty in here.
Eddie: I can’t exactly get much done with the entire house crammed in here. Usually I take care of all the maintenance after hours, but we’ve been so slammed lately, there just hasn’t been enough time. Things are breaking down faster than I can get to them. And trying to do anything while the club is open is essentially pointless. There’s always questions and distractions and polite conversation. It’s exhausting.
Player: Oh, so that’s what we’re doing? Maintenance?
Eddie: All things need maintenance. Nothing, no matter how well made, can function indefinitely. Eventually, we all wear down one way or another. And if something isn’t given proper maintenance, they break down even faster.
Player: What happens if a thing wears out completely?
Eddie: Then it becomes useless, doesn’t it? Come on, we’re starting with the wiring backstage. Oh, grab that tool bag.
Narrator: Though you are not a natural handyman and Eddie is not a teacher, the two of you manage to make decent progress through his to-do list. At one point, Eddie leaves you alone to get something from the bar, and you confidently ascend a ladder to change a dead bulb. But as Eddie returns—
Eddie: Wait, be careful, that’s not—
Narrator: The ladder suddenly gives way beneath you, releasing you into thin air. But a split second later, Eddie is there, strong arms outstretched to catch you.
Eddie: Stable. Oh, you all right?
Narrator: The customary ice in Eddie’s eyes, just for a moment, has melted.
Player: Uh y-yeah, I think so.
Eddie: …
Narrator: As Eddie releases you, his face contorts back into its customary gruff expression.
Eddie: That was unbelievably careless. What were you trying to do exactly?
Player: Replacing the light bulb, like you said.
Eddie: I told you to replace the one behind the bar.
Player: You did?
Eddie: The floorboard under these lights is loose, which is why I told you not to touch them yet.
Player: Well, maybe just say that next time instead of being so cryptic.
Eddie: Just pay more attention.
Player: I will, I will.
Eddie: You’re… you sure you’re not hurt?
Player: Maybe you should pick me back up just to make sure.
Eddie: Next time, I’m just going to let you fall. Now, go get the ladder and put it behind the bar this time.
Narrator: The next and last phase of your work proceeds without incident.
Player: It’s actually kind of fun doing this stuff, working with your hands.
Eddie: You’ve done surprisingly adequate work. Mostly.
Player: Well, I had a pretty good teacher.
Eddie: No, you had an excellent teacher. If you’d only had a pretty good teacher, you probably would have electrocuted yourself twice. And we got through more of the to-do list than I expected. That’s probably good enough for today if you want to, you know, head out.
Player: Come on, I’m dying here. Let me sit for a few minutes.
Eddie: There’s no point in arguing, is there? Fine.
Player: Did we fix everything?
Eddie: Not everything. These things take time. Look, next time we’ll get the rest. Just need to do a little more work and it’ll all be fixed.
Player: You okay, Eddie?
Eddie: Yeah, I’m always okay. See ya.
Narrator: You find the breaker box closed, looking almost abandoned. There’s still a loneliness about it, though. The impression isn’t lessened by the image of Eddie inside at the bar, twirling a cocktail glass in his hand.
Eddie: Interesting. I thought for sure after yesterday you’d change your mind, but here you are again.
Player: I’m just sticking around to spite you.
Eddie: Oh, is that a challenge? I’m sure I could dig up something more difficult for today if you’d like.
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Eddie: Interesting. I thought for sure after yesterday you’d change your mind, but here you are again.
Player: I’m just sticking around to spite you.
Eddie: Oh, is that a challenge? I’m sure I could dig up something more difficult for today if you’d like.
Player: Bring it on. I can take it.
Eddie: That so? I guess only being nearly electrocuted wasn’t exciting enough for you. I’ll try not to slow you down with safety gloves this time.
Player: Hey. That one wasn’t my fault!
Eddie: Oh, of course not. Why don’t we start with fixing that loose floorboard, hmm? Before you trip over it again.
Narrator: Eddie remains a semi-patient, semi-competent teacher, and you help as best you can. You notice he does not leave you alone this time. He won’t admit it, but you can feel that he is concerned for your safety. There’s a tiny bit of warmth peeking through that cold exterior.
Eddie: Almost done. Hand me the pliers. It’s getting late. I can finish up this at myself. Why don’t you go get some rest?
Player: And give you the satisfaction of saying I left early? No way.
Eddie: Suit yourself.
Narrator: It’s fun to watch Eddie work. There’s a real satisfaction in seeing just how dedicated he is, how skilled his hands are. But this time, there are sparks in the current. By the time he’s finishing up, he looks exhausted. With a heavy breath, he seals off the final wire and sets the pliers down.
Eddie: Drinks?
Player: Wait, for real?
Eddie: I never joke about drinks. Do you want a drink or not? Unless you’ve got something else you have to do.
Player: Does it have to be alcoholic?
Eddie: Whatever you want.
Player: Are you going to make it?
Eddie: I’ll make it.
Narrator: With not a wasted movement, Eddie puts together whiskey, egg whites, lemon, and sugar into a shaker.
Eddie: Try this. Whiskey sour. Well?
Player: Not bad. So what’s yours?
Eddie: That is mine. Seems like you’ve got a decent taste after all, in some things at least. You’ve done a decent job the last couple of days. More than decent, actually. Thanks to you, I’m finally caught up on all the big power drains around here.
Player: Really? We did it all?
Eddie: There’s still a few things that need to be done—the day-to-day maintenance—but yeah, you did it. Volt and the club should have everything they need for now.
Player: What about you?
Eddie: What about me? You came here to help Volt and you did. So, now you can get back to whatever it is you do when you’re not invading my space.
Player: Can I still come by and help? The day-to-day stuff sounds fun.
Eddie: What? Why would you want to do that?
Player: Why is it so hard for you to believe I actually like spending time with you?
Eddie: I… I guess because no one has before. But hey, it’s your time. If you want to waste it here, I can’t stop you.
Narrator: Something about Eddie’s tone—this is more than the usual tired standoffishness. You notice a small tremor in his hand. He shoves his hand into his pocket and looks away.
Eddie: Well, since now you can get back to the crowd and the shows and whatever with Volt.
Player: Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. I guess so, yeah.
Eddie: Yeah, Volt always puts on a good show. Who could resist, right? You’ll have a good time, I’m sure.
Player: You’re not coming?
Day Three 2/2
Player: Wait, I can’t tell him anything?
Eddie: Volt can be protective when it comes to this place, to what we do. It’s a point of pride for him. If he found out you’d been helping and that’s why the power suddenly stabilized, it would probably hurt him a lot. So for now, let’s just keep it between us, okay?
Player: There’s gotta be more to it than that.
Eddie: What does that mean?
Player: You feel guilty about falling behind with this stuff, don’t you?
Eddie: … Fine, whatever. Yes, okay? If he knew what was really going on, he’d probably be pretty upset with me too. I don’t want that either.
Player: You really care about him.
Eddie: Our relationship is complicated. He was there for me during a really dark time. He took care of me. I owe it to him to do the same. Can you help me do that or not?
Player: I totally will. Protective friendship? Hell yes.
Eddie: Thank you.
Narrator: Eddie’s exhaustion doesn’t lift as you finish your drinks, but through the silence, you feel a companionship flourish—quiet though it may be. As you walk out, you can still see the tired, grateful smile on Eddie’s face long after you’re gone.
Volt: Live wire! You look ravishing as usual. Do we have the pleasure of your company for another evening? Be honest, you enjoyed yourself so much last time you just couldn’t stay away. Am I right?
Player: The club is nice, but that’s not what keeps me coming back.
Volt: Is that so? What’s captured your attention then?
Player: You, obviously.
Narrator: Volt chuckles.
Volt: The spark is undeniable—and mutual, I assure you. I was rather hoping you would come by today. What do you say we enjoy it a little more closely together, hmm? Care to dance?
Player: I thought you’d never ask.
Narrator: He leads you onto the floor, not once losing your eyes.
Volt: You move quite beautifully, live wire. I’m impressed.
Narrator: The song has ended, but Volt has left his arm encircling your waist. He turns his face to yours.
Player: -Kiss him-
Narrator: And plants a kiss on your lips that takes your breath away. Time seems to stop while the two of you are connected. Your entire body tingles as though you’ve just been plugged into an electric socket. And then, far sooner than you’d like, the song ends—and with it, Volt’s kiss. He smiles at you.
Volt: It’s far too easy to lose oneself with you. Loath as I am to say it, I must leave to start the show.
Narrator: For the first time that evening, the power begins to fluctuate. It’s louder than it has been before, and it does seem to go on.
Volt: Don’t let the surge fool you. My power is just fine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet, live wire.
Narrator: Volt leaps onto the stage as you settle into your seat.
Volt: Good evening, my fellow objects and gentle things. I hope you’re ready for—
Narrator: The power surges violently and Volt stumbles. He catches his breath and steadies himself.
Volt: Ready for an incredible performance. Tonight we… we have…
Narrator: The system buzzes, cracking and flaring. Volt drops to a knee and clutches his belly. The surge rages until the very room seems to shake—then suddenly, everything goes black.
Player: VOLT!
Narrator: You hear nothing but the panic of the audience, the confused scrape of chairs. You make your way through the club in the dark to hear familiar voices.
Volt: You. You have to stop, Eddie.
Eddie: I can get it back. I just—just give me a minute to recharge. I… I can—
Narrator: As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can make out that you’ve made it to some back room, a forgotten corner. The electrical power grid hangs on the wall with Eddie slumped against it. Both Eddie and Volt look exhausted—Eddie dangerously so. He fiddles with the grid controls.
Volt: Stop. Eddie, please, just let me go out. You’re going to fry yourself completely.
Eddie: I said no, Volt.
Volt: Eddie—
Eddie: I can fix this.
Volt: Eddie.
Eddie: ♥♥♥♥’s sake, Volt, I’m not letting you go out, okay?
Volt: We both know what that could mean, and I’m not—
Eddie: I can’t. I can’t go back to being alone. I can’t lose you.
Volt: You can’t keep splitting yourself like this. If you do, then—
Narrator: Volt notices your presence and moves to stand. Eddie holds him back.
Eddie: It’s fine. She deserves to know.
Player: No more lies.
Eddie: I… I’m failing. The power is failing, and I can’t stop it.
Narrator: Eddie leans back against the grid controls, his posture crooked and jagged. He seems ready to combust from the inside, but years of control are keeping him standing—for now.
Eddie: It was slow enough at first, I didn’t even notice it. Small fluctuations, random surges. The entire house depends on my power, and it’s my job to keep it stable for them. To keep them all safe. I had to work harder to compensate. I thought if I could outlast it, it would all balance out. But it only made things worse, even more unstable, so I had to push even harder just to keep up. And then it just became normal. To always be completely drained, barely hanging on. I don’t know how long it took me to realize that it was my fault to begin with. My faulty wire. I was the problem. But I couldn’t stop. They still needed me.
Player: What about what you needed?
Eddie: Exactly. They needed me, and I needed help—so I gave it to myself. I… I split myself so there was more of me to go around. I made Volt. He was my fix.
Player: So you’re actually one person, er… thing?
Eddie: We’re not one thing. We’re not two things. We’re connected.
Narrator: The small glow around Eddie flickers and dims. He’s clearly in pain.
Eddie: This club has to run. It’s power. It’s light and music and heat and energy. It’s everything. And I have to have Volt to make it work. I made him.
Volt: It was supposed to be temporary. It only slowed things down by spreading out the power. But then, even that became too much—and now maintaining me is draining him just as much as…
Eddie: Just stop. I already told you.
Volt: Eddie, they still need you. It’s my job to protect you—even from yourself.
Eddie: We’re not doing it. It’s too risky.
Player: Just tell me so we can figure it out together.
Volt: The faulty wire.
Eddie: Volt, don’t.
Volt: You have to fix the wire and reset the system.
Eddie: If you do that, Volt could disappear. I don’t know if I can bring him back. Please. You can’t.
Player: Change is scary, but it can lead to something good.
Eddie: Going back to what it was before could never be good.
Player: Maybe it’ll be something completely new. Something better.
Volt: It’s the only fix left, Eddie. We have to try.
Narrator: Eddie sits there for a long moment, then finally nods.
Eddie: You remember where the tools are? I’ll… I’ll walk you through what to do.
Player: You’re doing great. Almost there.
Eddie: Wait—♥♥♥♥. Are we sure we have to do this?
Volt: Quite. It’s time, Eddie.
Eddie: Fine, fine. All right. Just before that… I just wanted to thank you for being here, I guess. Whatever. Just do it before I change my mind.
Player: -Reset the power-
Narrator: Eddie leads you through the process, patient and attentive despite his reservations. When you finish, he gives you the nod to do the rest. The dim light around Eddie and Volt blinks out completely, leaving you in total darkness. For a few moments, everything is quiet and dark. And then—a rustle. The lights turn on.
Player: Did it work?
Eddie: Over here.
Narrator: Eddie is sitting at the bar, looking haggard—but with a light in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.
Eddie: Oh, hey there, live wire.
Player: Live wire? Only Volt calls me that.
Eddie: Huh. I guess that’s true. Funny. It felt really natural to say. I feel good. I’m pretty tired, but after a reset, that’s normal. I don’t know, I just feel stable. I’d almost forgotten what this felt like.
Player: Where is Volt?
Volt: Eddie, isn’t there something you wanted to talk about first?
Eddie: Mmm. Ah, fine. You were right. I was holding on so tight to the way I thought things had to be. I didn’t realize all that did was trap both of us in a situation that wasn’t working. And honestly, I’m not sure I would have ever been able to see it if it wasn’t for you.
Volt: What he means is he’s quite taken with you.
Eddie: Volt…
Volt: We both are. But I’m sure you already knew that. Look at you.
Player: Wait—taken with me as in…?
Volt: As in.
Eddie: As in, do we really have to spell it out?
Player: The feeling is very much mutual.
Eddie: Really? I mean… if you’re interested… we wouldn’t mind you, you know, sticking around—if you feel like it or whatever.
Volt: We would be delighted to have you.
Player: Yes please, give me that Volt-Eddie sandwich.
Eddie: All right, well, if you’re going to stick around, might as well be useful. Come on. You remember where the tools are? Let’s go.
Volt: I’ll send over some drinks.