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[OOM: Endgame in Central Park.]
The door swings open and an exhausted-looking Ray- the usual one, with the dark hair and the jumpsuit and the proton pack- staggers in. No slime this time, just an amazing smell of ozone and a scattering of tiny droplets of phosphorescent bluish goo across his chest and shoulders. "Bar?" he says wearily. "Can I get a couple of heating packs, a bottle of acetaminophen, and something safe to drink? I've had a very long couple of days."
'Something safe to drink' apparently extends to the green stuff. Ray picks up the tray and nods. "Thank you," he says, and makes his wobbly way back to one of the booths.
He'll sit down just as soon as he gets the damn proton pack off.
The door swings open and an exhausted-looking Ray- the usual one, with the dark hair and the jumpsuit and the proton pack- staggers in. No slime this time, just an amazing smell of ozone and a scattering of tiny droplets of phosphorescent bluish goo across his chest and shoulders. "Bar?" he says wearily. "Can I get a couple of heating packs, a bottle of acetaminophen, and something safe to drink? I've had a very long couple of days."
'Something safe to drink' apparently extends to the green stuff. Ray picks up the tray and nods. "Thank you," he says, and makes his wobbly way back to one of the booths.
He'll sit down just as soon as he gets the damn proton pack off.