[Thankfully, the idiots who had him in quarantine hadn't decided that his... 'affliction' was something worth pulling him apart for (yet), so he didn't have to threaten her life for not doing something about their possible dissections.
But what does feel good is the feeling of the room when the machines stop whirring, the lights crackle out, and everyone starts to yell.
Power going out in a medical bay isn't something too normal--or too good, right? It's a perfect distraction needed to turn into smoke and hightail it out of there.]
Lying around is subjective. I'm out, and away. They won't be catching hair of me ever again. [He really hated doctors.] Tell me your location. I'll consider buying you something, if I'm feeling thankful by the time I got here.
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But what does feel good is the feeling of the room when the machines stop whirring, the lights crackle out, and everyone starts to yell.
Power going out in a medical bay isn't something too normal--or too good, right? It's a perfect distraction needed to turn into smoke and hightail it out of there.]
Lying around is subjective. I'm out, and away. They won't be catching hair of me ever again.[He really hated doctors.]Tell me your location. I'll consider buying you something, if I'm feeling thankful by the time I got here.[A moment.]
Good work.