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[GOOD EVENING SING. There is a disheveled, wide-eyed, pained-looking Greek man staring into his device. He opens his mouth to ask about his new surroundings or what time it is or where a great pizza joint is- but he never gets the chance. Because he projectile vomits instead. It is violently green and spotted with blood and bits of glass.] OH FUCK WHY?
[The station's robots are immediately deployed to help this obviously sick man but this only freaks him out. He flails at them ineffectively.] What kind of curse is this?
SNIPER? Where are you I am being kidnapped and I think I am dying. Both of these things suck. [More vomit. Everywhere. The robots he is puking on whir in protest but continue to try to drag him off. Presumably to the medbay.] TUCKER HAVE THEY ALREADY KILLED YOU? OH GOD MY STOMACH.
[The station's robots are immediately deployed to help this obviously sick man but this only freaks him out. He flails at them ineffectively.] What kind of curse is this?
SNIPER? Where are you I am being kidnapped and I think I am dying. Both of these things suck. [More vomit. Everywhere. The robots he is puking on whir in protest but continue to try to drag him off. Presumably to the medbay.] TUCKER HAVE THEY ALREADY KILLED YOU? OH GOD MY STOMACH.