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[The drones of 452 Stone Street are incapacitated. Nothing was done to harm them, unless being a frog is inherently painful--and, well, he knows it's not. Provided one doesn't poison oneself or something.
A man with a bandaged face sits in the center of the living room, glad for his aloneness because he's busy with the Manly Handy 50's Man Toolbox he found in the garage and every appliance in the house that he could comfortably unplug and carry around.
Being terribly social is out of the question for the moment, as is testing out his latest regain. Today, and probably tomorrow and some of the next few days, Ingway learns machines.
Knock on door/notice the family of amphibians hanging around on the front porch/crash through the wall/distract otherwise? Y/N]
A man with a bandaged face sits in the center of the living room, glad for his aloneness because he's busy with the Manly Handy 50's Man Toolbox he found in the garage and every appliance in the house that he could comfortably unplug and carry around.
Being terribly social is out of the question for the moment, as is testing out his latest regain. Today, and probably tomorrow and some of the next few days, Ingway learns machines.
Knock on door/notice the family of amphibians hanging around on the front porch/crash through the wall/distract otherwise? Y/N]