| View | [+] ... NOTE: Ref: Wow, only three search results for "_biyu tentacle_ <http://www.sluggy.info/search/?s=biyu+tentacle>" I thought there'd be more![-] Dr. Shankraft (walking into the med-bay and finding Dr. Biyu Daiyu lying on the floor with numerous syringes sticking out of her): Biyu, my love! You weren't in your med-bay bed! There were no nurses or doctors! ...And here I find you dead, over-self-medicating on the pain meds and mutagens /you created!/
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Dr. Shankraft: A strange justice to be ended by that which.../*GYAH!*/
Dr. Biyu Daiyu: Nope! Not dead! Just takes a while for the Albutainocotynolvil™ to kick in!
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Shankraft: /*You're alive!*/
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<heart>
(Shankraft kisses Biyu)
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Biyu: I mean, /sure,/ my heart *did* stop long enough to create brain damage but the Brantabutainten™ has increased my brain power enough to suspect the Clotomutagenanthentol™ has fused my liver and both kidneys into a *power organ!*
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<heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart><heart>
(Biyu kisses Shankraft)
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Biyu: Let us get married before I start sprouting tentacles.
Shankraft: /"Tentacles?!?"/
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Biyu (as a tentacle begins to sprout out of her right thigh): Actually the chance of experiencing 'tentacle-based' side effects has been reduced by 60% thanks to my *power organ!*
<Pip>
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Shankraft: We /could/ get married by the captain of a ship if that ship is in flight! But we have to turn of the A.I. that's controlling the station and keeping the ships locked down!
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Biyu: Let us do /*that*/ then!
Shankraft: I don't know where the A.I. interface is!
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Biyu: Of /course/ you do. It is in Dr. Schlock's command center. It is the one place all station features can be controlled thus it is the one place this artificial intelligence *must interface from.*
Shankraft: Dr. Biyu Daiyu, you give my life purpose, and you are a genius.
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Biyu: Errr. Nope. /Was/ a genius. /Duhh/half my brain just went to jackfruit. /Mmmm! Second stomach hungry for jackfruit!/ *To the command center!*
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NOTE: Ref: Wow, only three search results for "_biyu tentacle_ <http://www.sluggy.info/search/?s=biyu+tentacle>" I thought there'd be more! | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Frog (happily): Really, Dr. Shankraft? At the latest field test of the robotic exo-armor *One-point-three,* the pilot came out of the cockpit with /tentacle arms!/ So are you suggesting that it's some kind of /'Nofun Legacy Group' mutagen/ planted inside our test-unit? ...[-] (A view of the new hC Research and Development lab (presumably being built over Dr. Steve Hereti's secret base; a digbot hides behind a tree, looking on)
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(A view of the inside of the new hC Research and Devevelop lab ("R&D HUB", "CAFETERIA", "LOUNGE", "R&D SECURITY"))
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(A view inside R&D Security ("REDUNDANT BACKUP SERVERS"))
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(A view of the transparent door to and security pad to the "REDUNDANCY BACKUP SERVERS"))
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(Inside the "REDUNDANCY BACKUP SERVERS" room...; sits an "EMP BOMB", with a Crushestro logo on it)
<**blink**> <**blink**> <**blink**>
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Dr. Shankraft (looking at his hC Grapebook): This is sabotage.
Frog (happily): Really, Dr. Shankraft? At the latest field test of the robotic exo-armor *One-point-three,* the pilot came out of the cockpit with /tentacle arms!/ So are you suggesting that it's some kind of /'Nofun Legacy Group' mutagen/ planted inside our test-unit?
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Frog (angrily): Because I thought it might be our shoddy workmanship and cheap materials that went into the REA-1.3 that *caused a man's arms to transform into tentacles!*
(Dr. Shankraft's Grapebook shows the hC pilot with tentacle arms)
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Dr. Shankraft: I enjoy your sarcasm, Frog.
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Frog: Touché.
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Dr. Shankraft: This isn't the first time we've been victims of espionage and sabotage. Kusari just isn't getting her work done, and the boss is getting pissed. We need to...
Sam (looking at a "Map to Evil"): *Hey guys!* Sam here! /'The Sam,'/ Maybe you've heard of me? I'm looking for the top secret evil executive boardroom!
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Dr. Shankraft: Take that tube to the executive hub. Tilt the vase on your left to access the secret elevator, that'll take you right to it.
Sam: Thanks!
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Dr. Biyu Daiyu: What are you saying, Dr. Shankraft?
Dr. Shankraft (leaning in): I'm saying we need to be more careful about who we let in here. And we should stick close in dangerous times!
Frog (off panel): Oh barf.
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NOTE: Ref: _Sam at Hereti-Corp_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110829>. | Flag |
| View | [+] ... (Corsica #42 has a tentacle wrapped around Dr. Biyu Daiyu's neck and one each around each of her legs; Corsica #42 has attempted to swallow the shotgun, making the kill an easy one -- Darwin's theory at work) ...[-] Comic Title: CORSICA #42: MUTATED. | KILLED BY A TASTE OF BUCKSHOT SALAD. </green>*true!*</green>
(Corsica #42 has a tentacle wrapped around Dr. Biyu Daiyu's neck and one each around each of her legs; Corsica #42 has attempted to swallow the shotgun, making the kill an easy one -- Darwin's theory at work)
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NOTE: Crap! We're stuck in a medical-emergency-Corsica Files filler week! See the news on the main page for details! | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Dr. Biyu Daiyu (apparently tied to a chair; no sign of any tentacle protuberances): Pill-ease let me go! I don't needle be here! I was drug here by dose guys! ...[-] hC Space Pirate #1: We're 100% ready to launch the second Shankraft frees us from the space-dock.
hC Space Pirate #2: Shankraft is taking too long. Should we do something about that?
hC Space Pirate #3: Let us look to our captain for guidance.
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Bun-Bun (atop a piece of equipment from the Mater-2; with Mater-2 crossed out and replaced with the Bloody-Bun): *ZZZZZZ.*
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hC Space Pirate #2 (clutching a teddy bear in one hand and a dagger in the other): Ya heard the Cap'n, ya space-lubbers! *To tha plush bears! To tha bed-time stories!* The /first one/ of ya mangy mutts I catch not nappin' *gets the plank! /ARRRRR!/*
hC Space Pirate #?: We get break-time for power-naps? Space-pirate management is already an improvement over Hereti-Corp.
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Partial view of command screen:
<Partially obscured eye icon>
<obscured>ir: *91%*
<obscured>tocals:
<obscured> Earth US*
<obscured>arget: [*LOS<obscured>
<obscured>ets:* New Y<obscured>
Houston...
San Anton<obscured>
Dallas... Sa<obscured>
Jacksonville<obscured>
Indian<obscured>
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Dr. Biyu Daiyu (apparently tied to a chair; no sign of any tentacle protuberances): Pill-ease let me go! I don't needle be here! I was drug here by dose guys!
Gwynn (reading from a bottle): "If puns persist for more than four hours seek medical attention" Thanks pharmaceutical deregulation!
Dr. Shankraft: It's /not working!/ I can't bypass the A.I.'s control of the robots repairing the orbital flux cannon!
Frog: If that Zoë does not stop her dizzying pacing I shall need a bucket again.
Kiki: I'm Kiki. Will you be my friend?
Frog: That depends, Kiki. Do you know how to /abandon me?/ Because that's what /*(*)my(*)*/ friends do!
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NOTE: Ref: Bun-bun's Space Pirates (_first seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20180504>) (_last seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=180820>). | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Bun-Bun (looking over at Dr. Biyu Daiyu...): You utter ubber-dorks [sic: should be "uber-dorks"] /*really*/ want me to marry you? ...[-] Bun-Bun (as Torg and Zoë stand in front of him, holding hands): /*Really-really?!?*/
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Zoë: You're the space-pirate captain of a space-pirate ship. As captain you totally have the authority to marry people!
Torg: Yep!
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Bun-Bun (looking over at Dr. Biyu Daiyu...): You utter ubber-dorks [sic: should be "uber-dorks"] /*really*/ want me to marry you?
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Dr. Shankraft & Dr. Daiyu: We /*do!*/
Dr. Daiyu (with a tentacle sprouting from her right arm just below the shoulder): My agreement may or may not be the result of various narcotics and opioids.
Zoë: Marriage in orbit, it's /*so*/ romantic! Has it been done before?
Torg: We need something uplifting, Bun-Bun. You agree to marry those doctors and I'll agree to wear pants.
Bun-Bun: Well your pale scrawny legs are an eyesore. Fine, I'll do it, but let the record show you losers demanded this of me. My cruelty only goes so far. You can pay me in various narcotics and opioids.
Kiki: Don't worry Bun-Bun! Your cruelty is just fine! | Flag |
| View | [+] ... (Corsica #41, whose face is obscured by the shotgun blast, had mutated into a cat-like body, with tiger stripes, front claws and a pterodactyl-like tail; Corsica #42 (mostly off panel) has apparently mutated into having tentacles, several of which are reaching for Dr. Biyu Daiyu; one tentacle is starting to wrap around the spear that Daiyu has strapped to her back) ...[-] Comic Title: CORSICA #41: MUTATED. | KILLED BY A FACE-FULL OF DAIYU'S BOOM-STICK. </green>*true!*</green>
(Corsica #41, whose face is obscured by the shotgun blast, had mutated into a cat-like body, with tiger stripes, front claws and a pterodactyl-like tail; Corsica #42 (mostly off panel) has apparently mutated into having tentacles, several of which are reaching for Dr. Biyu Daiyu; one tentacle is starting to wrap around the spear that Daiyu has strapped to her back)
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NOTE: The Corsica Files continue all long weekend long! | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Riff (in his spacesuit): I am Dr. Shankraft. This is my fiance Dr. Biyu Daiyu. ...[-] Comic Title: The Heavens and the Earth | ----Of Mice and Other Mice----
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Riff (in his spacesuit): I am Dr. Shankraft. This is my fiance Dr. Biyu Daiyu.
hC Agent: Welcome aboard sir!
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Riff: No time to lose. I am expected to help Dr. Montgomery with the Oasis satellite in the station-lab. Tell them I'm on my way.
hC Agent (pointing a gun at Riff): Remove your helmet, Dr. Shankraft. I need to confirm it's you.
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<***FSSST!***>
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(Riff has removed his helmet; he is wearing Dr. Shankraft's glasses and what appears to be a rubber glove on his head)
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hC Agent (reholstering his gun): You don't look entirely yourself sir. The head...growths?
Oasis: In my village we do DNA shenanigans to loved ones so I am making my future husband into a chicken-head!
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hC Agent (bemused): Sounds legit. You gave one of my training buddies tentacles for arms before putting him down.
Oasis: Fun! In my village we have lots of tentacles.
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hC Agent: In any case, Dr. Daiyu, I can only let Dr. Shankraft board the station right now!
Oasis: In my village I was also shot in the leg and lost a lot of blood and am now going to pass out like they do in my village!
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<****THUD.****>
Riff: **BIYU, MY LOVE?!?**
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Riff: **DON'T JUST STAND THERE!?! GET A MEDICAL TEAM HERE /PRONTO!/
hC Agent: Come in med team!
Riff (angry): *Don't call them!* Escort them personally to ensure no delays! If she dies it will be *on /you./*
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hC Agent: You'd kill me, sir?
Riff: No, I will see you exiled...
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Riff: ...to her village!
hC Agent (off panel; rushing off): *I'm off to get a medical team here pronto!* | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Dr. Biyu Daiyu: *I do!* And thank you for attempting a traditional wedding benediction from my village. ...[-] Bun-Bun: Nerd-boys and nerd-chicks alike, we come together to witness this travesty of sanity inflicted upon us by the outdated humanarchy who has long deserved the upcomance [sic: should be "comeuppance"??] that they /deserve so well./
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Bun-Bun: Now is the time where we must dwell upon love, in *all* its forms, and deiced [sic: should be "decide"] which forms are /actually intellectual disingenuousness./ And if we're being honest, answers like *"all of the above"* apply to every bla bla bla...
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Bun-Bun (off panel): Bla, bla, blaaaaaa, de blab la blaaaaa...
Zoë: I've never seen Bun-Bun so... "articulate?"
Torg (mildly disturbed): More like rambling. Did they open the reception rum bar early?
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hC pirate (still in spacesuit and helmet; whispering): /Pssst!/ Cap'n Bun-Bun we've got the thing! We moved the thing to the other thing!
Bun-Bun (pulling out his switchblade): Time to *pull the plug* on this ceremony! /*Snaggletooth? Say "I do" or I'll stab ye with me nerd-gutter.*/
<**KA-CLICK!**>
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Dr. Shankraft (surprised and confused): I... do?
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Bun-Bun: /*Gibberig [sic: should be "Gibbering"?] Mouther; say "I do" or I'll run ye through and throw you out an airlock.*/
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Dr. Biyu Daiyu: *I do!* And thank you for attempting a traditional wedding benediction from my village.
Bun-Bun (waving his switchblade at her): /*Quit gabbin'.*/ You're wife and husband, /God help you./ /*Now smooch, I'm out of here!*/
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<**POING!**>
(hC Pirate runs out of the room, with Bun-Bun poinging after him)
<heart>
(Dr. Daiyu, sprouting at least two tentacles from her shoulders, kisses Dr. Shankraft)
Kiki (singing): <musical note>/*La!*/ La. *Lala* -La -la -la, <musical note>
<musical note>This is the wedding march! <musical note>
<musical note>/*La!*/ La. *Lala* -La To the <musical note>
<musical note>rum bar because we're parched! <musical note>
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Riff: 'Pull the plug' ..? that's /*it!!!*/
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Transcriber's Note: I'm not sure whether all the sic's in this transcription are correct; it's possible Pete meant for Bun-Bun to be exceptionally (rum drunk?) rambling...? | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Dr. Biyu Daiyu (standing behind Torg and Zoë, holding a spear from which a dead bird hangs; she is dressed in bikini bottoms and a midriff top, still sprouting tentacles at her shoulders; a smiling star-creature (blue, with a bright white center where its face is located) hovers by her): I have stabbed a large bird to death with this stick! ...[-] Transcriber's Note: Today's comic is mostly in black-and-white, except for "creatures" hovering near the characters and a second moon, which are all in a light sky blue (maybe a tad turquoise)
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Comic Header: Anima | an·i·ma /'an<schwa>m<schwa>/ (n.) from Latin /anima/: soul, spirit, vital principle.
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(an ocean, near a beach, with waves crashing against a pile of rocks)
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(Torg and Zoë are relaxing on the beach, watching the waves crash agains the shore; two moons are in the sky, one bright one that is a tad bigger than our moon, and a light blue one of half the diameter hovering nearby; a sky blue creature, with a bright white middle, that resembles a two-headed dragon Aylee, and also resembles Isp and Osp hovers behind Torg and Zoë)
Zoë: This is nice, huh?
Torg: /Really/ nice.
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Torg: We deserve some 'nice' after what we've been through.
Zoë: Yeah after all that Hereti-Corp violence and murder.
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Torg: Yep. A break from the violence and murder.
Dr. Biyu Daiyu (standing behind Torg and Zoë, holding a spear from which a dead bird hangs; she is dressed in bikini bottoms and a midriff top, still sprouting tentacles at her shoulders; a smiling star-creature (blue, with a bright white center where its face is located) hovers by her): I have stabbed a large bird to death with this stick!
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Torg (ecstatically): Thank God! *Let's eat it!*
Zoë: *Did you kill anymore [sic: should be "any more"]?!? /I'm starving!/ | Flag |
| View | [+] ... (A painting from miedeval times of the Shankrafts; Dr. Biyu Daiyu is wearing a wimple (without the neck covering) that has a cross on the forehead and holding her hand in front of her as if in prayer; Dr. Shankraft is holding up a sword; five little Shankrafts stand in front of them, presumably their progeny; all have shoulder tentacles regardless of gender; two have crosses on their chest and appear to be praying; the other three are holding up a sword; beneath them are three ballistas, manned by soldiers; they are aiming at a large monster, with three arrows in him already; a pile of dead soldiers lie at his feet) ...[-] Sign on Wall: SCATTLE CITY MUSEUM
Sign over Doorway: CLASSI[obscured]
(Gwynn is walking through the museum...)
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(A painting from miedeval times of the Shankrafts; Dr. Biyu Daiyu is wearing a wimple (without the neck covering) that has a cross on the forehead and holding her hand in front of her as if in prayer; Dr. Shankraft is holding up a sword; five little Shankrafts stand in front of them, presumably their progeny; all have shoulder tentacles regardless of gender; two have crosses on their chest and appear to be praying; the other three are holding up a sword; beneath them are three ballistas, manned by soldiers; they are aiming at a large monster, with three arrows in him already; a pile of dead soldiers lie at his feet)
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Gwynn (astonished): You're right, Torg. That's them!
Torg: This anima world is light on names and places in history despite keeping great track of agricultural seasons and anti-monster animal husbandry. But they have art, and we can read between the lines.
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Gwynn: Riff said we jumped ahead in time in this anima world five thousand years. /Five. Thousand. Years./
Torg: Riff deserves a reward. That took a lot of season-counting!
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Gwynn (angrily): There /*are*/ no rewards in this world.
Torg: Or war.
Gwynn: Or privacy.
Torg: Or discrimination.
Gwynn: Bet me. I'm almost an outsider just because I don't want people scrutinizing my anima. 'Outsider' is derogatory and outsiders /are/ discriminated against.
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Torg (pleased with himself and apparently their current life): I'd point out that being an outsider is a choice to not be part of the most open and loving society anyone could conceive of, but I'm too busy rewarding myself for finding the Shankrafts in a five thousand year old painting. | Flag |
| View | [+] ... Dr. Dastarde (bearing the telltale tentacles of a Dr. Biyu Daiyu descendant): We /meet at last, Zoe! A seer I've hear /*oh-so-much*/ about! I am oh-so happy for you to /*join us!*/ ...[-] </Flashback>
Maya: Torg is still hiding things from you?
Zoe: His anima is plain as day, why does he even bother pretending?
Maya: It must be really bad. His secret.
</End flashback>
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</Flashback>
Zoe (angrily): /What are you *hiding from me?*/
Torg: /I can't tell you!/
Zoe: /Then I can't trust you!/
Torg: /*Then I can't be here!*/
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Zoe (incensed): It's worth /leaving me over? *THEN LEAVE!*/
</End flashback>
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Torg: I'm sorry how I behaved that day I left.
Zoe (arms folded in front; defensively): It wasn't just /that/ day. It was *all* the days before. All adding up.
Torg (removing his coat): Maybe I handled this whole thing wrong.
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Zoe: *You /think?/*
Torg: Look, I'm a big dummy when you come down to it. If I could do it over, I'd do it different.
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Torg (the Trevors beginning to sweat): But here we are.
Zoe (sulking): Yeah, here we are.
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Zoe: So do you, maybe, want to explain to me why your anima is getting more nervous the closer we get to the top floor?
Torg: uh...no?
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<**DING! <musical note>**>
<***SHUFF.***>
Torg: Zoe, meet Dr. Dastarde! He's in charge of curve's splice-clinic!
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Dr. Dastarde (bearing the telltale tentacles of a Dr. Biyu Daiyu descendant): We /meet at last, Zoe! A seer I've hear /*oh-so-much*/ about! I am oh-so happy for you to /*join us!*/
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NOTE: Ref: _Dr. Dastarde_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=72#2019-08-15>. | Flag |