You're both some feathery motherfuckers.
What's up with that?
Welcome.
Fleshy fleshy fleshy.
Always coming at us with the curious questions.
What's that saying again?
Curiosity killed Schrödringer's cat?
No... that doesn't sound right...
Nah, pretty sure the observer killed Schrödinger's cat.
Or it's alive in one parallel universe and dead in another.
Or technically the gun killed it.
Whatever.
You wanna know something?
... What?
What is it fleshy, what is it?
So I've been in contact with the disembodied head of Freud...
Ugh... that guy...
He tells me that one of you is a liar, and one of you tells the truth.
But whenever you guys do the opposite of your nature, the first letter of those sentences form the password for this marble.
In order of the truth and lies told to me, I'm guessing.
Is that right?
That's incorrect, fleshy, that's incorrect.
I mean, I've already lied since we started talking...
Huh.
Is that a lie?
I must apologise, flesh node...
You've rudely intruded on our banquet and we haven't even
introduced ourselves.
My name is Fether.
Oh yes yes yes, and my name is Tarr.
I assume you're both telling the truth, which means...
Yes, we're both telling the truth.
My brain hurts.
Tarr and Fether?
That sounds strangely familiar.
Maybe try reading a book, flesh node...
You can borrow a few of mine.
I have a big library back home...
Ugh... what's that smell?
Eh, Roko spilled some milk when he was making coffee. No one wiped it up? Must have gone rancid?
Yes, Roko was in here.
Annoying kid, that kid.
Strange boy.
Always playing his strange music.
Nirvana.
I fuck with it.
Used to listen to them all the time.
Nirvana?
What's nirvana?
Isn't that when you reach enlightenment?
Aww man.
It's fun and all talking to you feathery bastards but I'm here for the password for the marble.
Can you just tell your damn truths and lies and get this over with?
Or give me a clue or something?
Pretty please?
Uhh, okay... your first clue is that the password is 14 letters long...
No, no it isn't. The password is 13 letters long.
Oh no. This just confuses things...
Ok ok, I have an idea.
Just tell me 10 random facts, both of you.
One of you is bound to lie eventually.
And be quick, I'm about to head out to dinner soon.
I'll start then, I'll start.
My feathers are green.
In this universe, chairs are perfectly capable swimmers.
Satoshi Nakamoto is Craig Wright.
The Bitcoin white paper came out in... 2008.
In 1901 Germany, hyperinflation made money so worthless it was used as wallpaper.
Uhhh... I do not have a gluten allergy.
Right, well I've definitely been sick at least once in my life.
Humans are the only mammals that drink milk from other species...
humans are fucking weird, don't you think...
Pretty weird...
Oh. Did you know humans are the only species known to create and play complex games purely for fun?
What about ravens?
I heard some of them snowboard down rooftops for fun.
I said complex games, fleshy. I said complex.
Carrying on...
A hippo's sweat is a pinkish colour.
Rabbits with white fur have sweeter flesh.
Rarely are ducks highly aggressive.
Over time, frogs shed their skin regularly to maintain healthy growth.
Python venom is the deadliest of all snake venom...
Speaking of snakes, do you know they need to eat every day to survive?
An octopus has 8 tentacles.
A spider has 8 tentacles, too.
Drogs originate from Lithuana.
What is this, a David Attenborough documentary?
What's with all the animal facts?
Look, you can learn a lot when you've got an infinite amount of time locked up in an insane asylum, and a netflix subscription.
I don't see a TV in here.
Man, take a simple around around this asylum, there's a TV in Room 11.
Don't go into Room 101 though.
Creepy cloaked milk man in there...
Who is that guy anyway?
It's weird, it feels like I know him.
Or her.
But they definitely feel familiar.
I don't know..
This asylum plays tricks on your mind.
... Maybe your intuition cannot be trusted.
Oh that cloaked guy? That's Craig Wright underneath the cloak.
I'm tired of talking. I just want to eat this spaghetti.
Here's the rest of the password.
It's "oon".
... "oon"?!
Yes.
String together the letters from our conversations, and add "oon" at the end.
At least, I think that's the whole password.
I might be missing something.
There's more!?
Good bye.