IC:
Arrack turned to see a Big Bro Slig and a bizarre looking Intern near him resembling a servant of an old master of his. He turned to the Slig and said;
“I had an accident long ago.. it involved Slogs, GE vats, the disposer, a drunken doctor, an infection, and an anaemic Chronicler. I have to wear this thing within 50 metres of anyone who ain’t my dermatologist, a registered medic, or a family member. It’s 7 cm, I decided to be safe. It’s sort of uncomfortable, but you get used to it.”
Arrack then turned back to Lulu, and spoke to him for the last time;
“Well, it looks like I’ll be going for the shop route. See you round, Lulu.”
Arrack then turned to the Intern;
“Quite frankly, if I were you, I’d declare his case incurable. Inhabitants like him need serious help, at least if he’s the one making you look like something out of an X-rated freak show. Also, ditch the swimwear. It makes me violently ill and many other Inhabitants agree with me.”
Arrack paused, waiting for the Intern’s reaction.
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