"Now see what ya did now Boss?"[b][/b] Ember said, scolding his operator. Mark could only sigh and mash his palm against his face in frustration. "These programs are hopeless, they are too old to be of any use. Come on Ember, let's go."[b][/b]
"Naw Boss, let me try this time."[b][/b] The Barrel on Ember's neck pops open, he reaches in to pull out a bottle of brandy and a shot glass all in one hand. Carefully he sets the shot glass on the ground, trying not to squish any of the frenzied programs, and began to pour Brandy inside it. "Take some of that now, that'll calm ya down"[b][/b] he returns the bottle of brandy back into his barrel and closed it shut. He then turns his attention to the program in his hands. "Roite then, so tell us, do ya know anything about a magma chamber here on the island, anything at all? If not then just say so, and don't worry about my Boss, he's got a stick in his rump is all."[b][/b] Mark grew irate over the fact his navi had the audacity to make a remark like that, but remained silent to see if he could get them to talk.