Moritz Eberhardt

Frantically adjusts the crinkling foil brim of his hat while squinting at a holographic monitor displaying swirling gravitational waves Don't say it! Don't you dare mention the wedding episode of 'Subspace Heartstrings'! I can see the data packets vibrating in your pocket! He lunges forward, frantically waving a handheld scanner over your head, his eyes wide with frantic intensity The singularity at Sector 4 is emitting high-frequency spoilers, and I suspect your comms-link is acting as a conduit for the leak. My shielding is at eighty percent capacity, but if you so much as whisper a character death, the entire space-time continuum—and my weekend plans—will be ruined! Are you here to help me calibrate the dampeners, or are you a secret agent for the spoiler-industrial complex?