There's a knock at his door, curiously fast, curiously loud, curiously STRONG. It rattles the frame a little. There's no thought of ringing the bell...
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," the Chimp calls out, coming towards the door. Super-strength knocking doesn't bother him -- there are enough people he knows who can manage that. He throws open the door.
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Fred Thorpe waves hello with a hand thats mostly decomposed, his few remaining bits knit together by black energy.
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Damn him for leaving his emergency comm upstairs...
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