17. From the busy desk of Mr. Genius. T. Brink
Hey Veda? This is Genius. When you have a free moment, can I talk to you? No rush, but I think it would be best if we met at Medical.
[There's a long pause as he remembers something else.]
Actually. Simon I need to talk to you too. I kinda need your help for something. It's not illegal or anything, just needs your touch instead of mine. <--forget it, I'll explain later.
[He strikes that out when he realizes that could be/will be taken the wrong way by certain freaks and writes in the other comment instead]
I think that's it.
Oh wait.
Ben, I was gonna leave something in your mailbox but it wouldn't fit. Can you swing by the lab? I have no idea where you live and this place doesn't exactly have a post office.
[wait for it...]
Argh! Crimson, I need your technical expertise. Whenever you stop gorging yourself on ice cream.
Dude, this is why we need telephones or text messaging! Or smoke signals. Pigeons! Anything! For the love of God!
[There's a long pause as he remembers something else.]
Actually. Simon I need to talk to you too. I kinda need your help for something. It's not illegal or anything, just needs your touch instead of mine. <--forget it, I'll explain later.
[He strikes that out when he realizes that could be/will be taken the wrong way by certain freaks and writes in the other comment instead]
I think that's it.
Oh wait.
Ben, I was gonna leave something in your mailbox but it wouldn't fit. Can you swing by the lab? I have no idea where you live and this place doesn't exactly have a post office.
[wait for it...]
Argh! Crimson, I need your technical expertise. Whenever you stop gorging yourself on ice cream.
Dude, this is why we need telephones or text messaging! Or smoke signals. Pigeons! Anything! For the love of God!