Thanks to that fucker Turb, I'm not going to have much information to share. Thanks, man.
I made my way over to the sports bar and poured a glass of wine in memory of my greatest friend, Pink Hair Goku. It tasted vaguely of sweat and testosterone.
Next I went to grab some reading material. I bumped into the Producer, perusing a saucy photo book. He had some perverted grin on his face while he read. Must've found his favorite model, I guess.
For some reason, he decided to take the book with him down the waterslide. I grabbed what I needed and went down the mystery elevator. In the basement, I took a flashback light and went through to the second room.
Inside, I shoved the full wine glass, book and flashlight down my pants and grabbed a shotgun. The plague doctor showed up and kindly escorted me into the third room, at gunpoint. I fiddled with the computer and the scanner, but couldn't get any of them unlocked. On my way out, Turb activated blade mode and tried to cut my spine out. I fired at him, but he had full invincibility on dodge and came out unscathed. Then he superman punched me in the nose and I passed out.