Mediocrebot's Prankstravaganza / Massacre

After watching Frank circle around in the acid pool aimlessly, I stepped into the acid and sank to the bottom of the pool. After I grabbed the key I climbed the ladder out and used a skimmer to retrieve Frank. True to my prediction, the acid etched a cool “Damascus steel” effect into my robo body.

The next room offered us respite: an iPhone charging cable I assume was meant for me and a plate of chocolates for Frank. Despite losing his sense of taste from nearly drowning in the adhesive remover, he reflexively fell into stress eating.

“Blech!” he shouted as he spat out the chocolates with a grimace, “These aren’t chocolates!”

“Laxatives?” I referenced my prank database, “Poison?”

“They’re Brussels sprouts! Dipped in chocolate!” Frank’s face twisted in grief. I was confused by the abrupt shift in tone with regard to the level of prank Theresa was inflicting on us. Frank had lost his foot in the first room, and now he was eating a chocolate-covered Brussels sprout?

Everything I have learned about pranking told me this was a strong dose of bathos.