23rd Surgery - Trying to Help

[relaxiamadoctor]

A call to everyone in town, filtered from the drones and town administrators

Hell, this is Fran Madaraki speaking~ Is there anyone who can help me find a supply of spare body parts? I may be able to assist the amputee victims of the post office, but I'll need the replacement parts to provide them with~

Comments

[neverinthedeck]

Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Pick me, pick me! I know this one!

[relaxiamadoctor]

Hmmm? Yes?

[neverinthedeck]

Alright, me and ol' Greggy have these two little annoying drone kids running around our happy home. I throw a little house party in my backyard, I pick up a knife with my teeth, y'know, no arms, swipe it around a few times and they're dead!

Then I just load the parts into a bag and bring 'em off to you, from what I understand, they'll just reappear later.

[relaxiamadoctor]

Hmmm~ No, I'd like to avoid methods that lead to the direct death of the donater~ Thank you for your interest though~

[neverinthedeck]

Well, you're no fun.

For a given value of "alive"

[relaxiamadoctor]

I work to save lives~ While I am willing to do many things to do so, I try to avoid taking one life to save another~

[neverinthedeck]

But they're not even human! They're like zombies.

And even if they were human, who would miss 'em?

[relaxiamadoctor]

Hmmm~ Their parents most likely, I suppose~

[neverinthedeck]

Mrs. Milkman and Mr. Postman don't like their kids very much.

[relaxiamadoctor]

Mmm~ I suppose there's always the statistical chance~

[neverinthedeck]

That he could have a vagina under there?

[relaxiamadoctor]

Hmmm, it's a slim chance but possible I suppose~