Site Director, approaching me during a containment breach:Agent! You're the only one in the Site with the knowledge to prevent this breach from turning into a CK-class restructuring event. You have to help us, and fast.
me, the most renowned memeticist in the entire Site Cognitohazards & Memetics Department:Show me what's causing the trouble.
Site Director, leading me down a hallway while other personnel run screaming past us and reality restructures under our very feet:Thank God. This anomaly, SCP-████, communicates in a manner completely unheard of. It only materialized seventy-two minutes and thirty seconds ago; we're up against something we've never thought possible before now.
me, the most intelligent memeticist in the entire Site Cognitohazards & Memetics Department:Nothing I can't handle. Please, allow me to speak with it, and convince it to end the attack.
Site Director, shielding themself from the mass of anomalous activity floating at the end of the hallway, barely visible, whispering and pointing:There it is. At the end of the hallway. Please attempt to communicate with it - you're the only one who has a shot to save the Site.
me, the most well-rounded and knowledgeable memeticist in the entire Site Cognitohazards & Memetics Department, approaching the anomaly:I mean no harm. Please, communicate with me, and we will negotiate peace. There is no need for this destruction.
anomaly:y'all'd've-
me, stumbling backward and feeling the first flicker of panic:oh no
anomaly, continuing:-y'all'd've'n't had this problem ifn't'for Foundation agents whomst'd'n't've interfered with my existence shouldn't've'n't and can't've'd... done it to 'em. You know I'd've'd to do it to 'em
me, collapsing as the facility plunges into chaos:I can't do it, Director, I just can't do it