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Why hi there, Nexus! Beware of running men today! Specifically, the guy who comes barreling out of a portal over by the Sign. Judging from his stance, he was shoving his way through a door. He stumbles and nearly falls flat on his face before he rights himself. And then he's too busy staring around at everything.
"What. The Fuck?" He turns to look at the portal. "Did they expand the stockroom and not tell me?" Well, whatever he was running from isn't following, so thank goodness for small wonders. He fiddles with a small package of cigarettes while he talks. "I hate doctors. I hate surgery." Which is actually a rational fear, considering he's gone into default with the nastiest company this side of Halliburton.
"What do you hate?" He crumples his carton and flings it at the Sign. "Or, hey, ask me something. That's the deal around here, right?"
Ladies and gents, Cyril Grant. He won't bite!
Just... don't come near him with a scalpel.
"What. The Fuck?" He turns to look at the portal. "Did they expand the stockroom and not tell me?" Well, whatever he was running from isn't following, so thank goodness for small wonders. He fiddles with a small package of cigarettes while he talks. "I hate doctors. I hate surgery." Which is actually a rational fear, considering he's gone into default with the nastiest company this side of Halliburton.
"What do you hate?" He crumples his carton and flings it at the Sign. "Or, hey, ask me something. That's the deal around here, right?"
Ladies and gents, Cyril Grant. He won't bite!
Just... don't come near him with a scalpel.