pointless continuation of kali in the dead end.
Bob heard the frantic knocking at the door and picked up the cricket bat he kept on hand for just such as occasion. Warily he walked to the doorway and peered out the spy hole. Through it he saw Jack with the limp body of an unknown girl in his arms, he was struggling to keep her up while pounding on the door. Bob swore and let him in.
"who have you killed now?!"
"Shut up and help me get her down." Jack pushed his way past and tried to set the girl down gently on an old couch. "She's not dead, just buggered. I found her jacked up to the eyeballs at a bloody damaged hub, the idiot. promised her I'd get her arm looked at before her mummy finds out she's a junky."
Bob glanced at the girl's damaged arm, clearly infected. He wombled off to get a salve and a shot of pennicilin, then wordlessly applied them. When he was done he sighed and turned to Jack who had collapsed on the kitchen table.
"That should clear it up, but it'll leave a mark - it looks like the jack was just forced in and out, are you sure it was voluntary?"
Jack shrugged. "I dunno, but it was a crappy hub, you'd have to be desperate. There wasn't any way for me to get her out, I did literally rip her out of there, I had to.
"Alright." Bob nodded, "A bit of damage to the arm is nothing compared to losing one's mind. You did the right thing."
"Fucking oath I did."
"What about you? You logged on today?"
"Nah" Jack moaned, rubbing at his face, "Just had a few drinks at the pool cave, Snooks owed me a pint. Found her on my way home, swear."
"I don't care if you link up but you better not drink and surf, I told you..."
"I know, gees, Bob Maxwell, for a fricken Pirate you're such a bloody grandma. Now if you think that girl is going to sleep for a few hours I'd love to too, I got me a splitting headache."
"A little less GutterGin would do wonders, sonny. Get to bed you gutter rat!"
"Aye aye granny."