((IC: Aftermath))

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[You know what sucks? Getting mutilated sucks. A lot. Sometime later, Katou wakes up in the middle of the cornfield and gets the hell out of there, but he's not exactly moving steadily on his feet, and with the twitchy way he keeps looking around and that katana of his out, you may want to be careful about how you approach him.]

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[hench_wench]

You've looked better.

[hench_wench]

[carrying him ~like a princess~]

There, that's much better. Oh and you can use that little can if something spooks you, but hold your breath first, okay?

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[this is so humiliating]

Why, what's in the can?

[hench_wench]

Neurotoxin. There's not much and I can't get more, so try not to get too carried away.

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I'll save it for special occasions.

[hench_wench]

Pfft, I'm taking it back later. You don't even have the antidote.

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I could get the antidote.

[hench_wench]

Could not.

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I could if you gave it to me.

[hench_wench]

But I won't. Not even if you breathe it in. I already warned you about it, so it would be your own fault.

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Oh, well. It was worth a try.

[hench_wench]

What would you even want it for? The poison, I mean, not the antidote. That one is obvious.

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Avoiding unfortunate deaths!

[hench_wench]

It's really better for causing unfortunate deaths.

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You might be right.

Are we almost there?

[hench_wench]

Yeah, just about.