The walk to the 'Brain Hole' was shorter than expected, but the muffled screams from behind locked doors I knew would be here, so they were of no concern, and besides, the fix was in place. These hooligans had no idea who they we're messin' with. You don't just sign up for the Moonstone Project, you get selected. Galactic insurrection is a serious business with serious consequences. And besides, I still had the pink pill hidden in a safe dark place. What, me worry about a few brain ******* machines? Not me. This was going to be fun.