Voila!

[l33t_mouse]

Mouse thought it would be best to approach Dot at Milliways, rather than in Mainframe, where she could be (and frequently was) called away every five nanos. Here, Mouse would get to make her pitch without risk of interruption. So she's been waiting here until Dot comes in

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[command_dot_com]

"Ok Mouse," Lucky for Mouse Dot just handed off some more paperwork on Specky for the evening. She sat down carefully in the seat across from Mouse. "Am I going to need a heavy drink for this or should I be fine with a Woozy Eliza?"

[l33t_mouse]

"Aw, c'mon! It's good news," Mouse says, looking a little hurt. "Although...it's somethin that nobody's ever come up with before. So maybe a little somethin'd be in order." Mouse waves to a waitrat, who comes up to the table. "Wooly Eliza fer Dot, an' a White Zipfile fer me, please. On my tab." The rat nods and scampers off.

In the meantime, Mouse turns to Dot. "Y'remember that early warnin' system I made fer Games?"

[command_dot_com]

"Yes, how could I forget about that?" Or the number of lives it saved, and Dot was just kidding on the whole drinks thing. If this is a new way of fighting against Games, though she is definitely interested in hearing about this.

"What have you got planned now?"

[l33t_mouse]

"Well, it weren't just fer warnin's, sugar. I've been collectin' data, an' not the wet kind, either. Now, this weren't just fer fun, oh no..." The rat comes back with their drinks. Mouse raises hers. "I'd like ta propose a toast t'my latest invention, the Game Lag Algorithm! GLA fer short."