Can You Survive Blaine Boysmell/Insult

Bright neon text suddenly illuminates your vision...
SIMULATION END - FAILURE
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"Not again..."
You blink a few times. You're inside of some sort of laboratory. A man in a lab coat is sitting nearby, observing various readings as they appear on his computer.
You remember who you are- Dr. Londalius Seymourson Shrimpuff III, one of the head researchers in the Virtual Reality Expeditions department. You remove your headset, which turned transparent upon deactivation.
"Shrimpuff...you good? The memory loss thing is supposed to become less severe with each use. You remember who I am, right?"
"Yeah...you're Doc Freudlock. We're on an expedition...I think..."
Freudlock slammed his fists on the table.
"That's right...an expedition with one single goal: BOY. SYRUP. Yet three times now you've avoided opportunities for extraction!"
"Look, I just...I don't swing that way. I'm not gonna jerk the guy off, I just...I can't do it! I fucking can't!"
You and Freudlock stare each other down. He finally relents, sighing and standing up.
"Fine. Give me the headset."
Thus began the journey of Freudlock...and the rest, as you know...is history.
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=ENDING G - THE LAB=