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The jet is complete. The jedi meditation is going well. The jetpack has been stripped down, confirmed to be sound, and lovingly reassembled. (And his arm, it should be noted, has been bandaged and slung up and no longer looks like something tried to bite it off.)
Stevie needs a new project, and he needs one now.
Fortunately for his attention span, he has found one, in the shape of... well. If the narration told you that, it would have to kill you. Suffice it to say that it involves an awful lot of illustrated anatomy textbooks, all currently open to the lungs and heart. And that he still has that thousand-yard stare, but that he's now directing it at the pages of notes and sketches all over the kitchen table, and chewing on a pencil and muttering to himself.
Come bother him!
Stevie needs a new project, and he needs one now.
Fortunately for his attention span, he has found one, in the shape of... well. If the narration told you that, it would have to kill you. Suffice it to say that it involves an awful lot of illustrated anatomy textbooks, all currently open to the lungs and heart. And that he still has that thousand-yard stare, but that he's now directing it at the pages of notes and sketches all over the kitchen table, and chewing on a pencil and muttering to himself.
Come bother him!