NARRATOR: Promenade 399...
SORLIE: The trauma team says this is the last of it.
BREYA: Don't bother picking out the debris. It might be nutritious.
HABAN: Honey, where do you want this?
BREYA: Right there is fine.
barrel: *printed* Genuine "Imitated"
Ovalkwik
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ZE
SORLIE: It looks like the bits are speeding up.
BREYA: Yup. He's almost back.
SCHLOCK: *weakly* I need food.
BREYA: Right over there. It's all yours.
barrel: *printed* THE SURGEON G
MAY CAUSE BLE
AND IN MAMM
SORLIE: How did you know what to feed him?
BREYA: The Sergeant and I go way back.
SORLIE: And he just went all the way in.