Peter had finally decided to see if the people at the FTEC could do anything to help him out with his arms problem. At least he had gotten a really good night out of the way before anything anyone here might do.
He walked into the FTEC with two arms at his sides, two hands clasped behind his back, and two hands with twiddling thumbs. "Hello? I was wondering if I could get some help here."
"If by 'erectile' you mean 'arms' and by 'dysfunction' you mean 'comma lots of them,' then yes, first try," Peter said. "You wouldn't know anything about genetic manipulation, would you?"
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He walked into the FTEC with two arms at his sides, two hands clasped behind his back, and two hands with twiddling thumbs. "Hello? I was wondering if I could get some help here."
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"Lemme guess: Erectile dysfunction?"
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"Heya, Tommy. Staying awake?"
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She flopped back in the chair and took a sip, "How come you never call me CJ? It's always Legs, or something."
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