Indy hauls himself out of the reservoir and climbs up to the recently vacated platform above the tanks. Though the grating creaks under his weight, it seems sturdy enough.
After inspection, the small hatchway door is sealed tightly and seems to have no visible handle, so he moves to a nearby control panel—the buttons of which bear a striking resemblance to cylindrical liquorice allsorts.
With blatant disregard for all operating protocols outlined on the various labels, Indy punches away at the knobs randomly, eventually discovering the door control. It had a big picture of a door next to it, and the word "Door" emblazoned upon it in big letters.
With a clunk and a stylish whoosh, the door in question slides open. The whoosh is actually a recording, but the Loompas like to give the impression that their technology is a little more advanced than it actually is. With a business-like squint, Indy beats a hasty retreat, not paying any attention to the sound of the massive pumps slowing to a halt, nor the dwindling speed of the filtration rotors.
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After inspection, the small hatchway door is sealed tightly and seems to have no visible handle, so he moves to a nearby control panel—the buttons of which bear a striking resemblance to cylindrical liquorice allsorts.
With blatant disregard for all operating protocols outlined on the various labels, Indy punches away at the knobs randomly, eventually discovering the door control. It had a big picture of a door next to it, and the word "Door" emblazoned upon it in big letters.
With a clunk and a stylish whoosh, the door in question slides open. The whoosh is actually a recording, but the Loompas like to give the impression that their technology is a little more advanced than it actually is. With a business-like squint, Indy beats a hasty retreat, not paying any attention to the sound of the massive pumps slowing to a halt, nor the dwindling speed of the filtration rotors.