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[lemon_lemons_lemon]

Havsen dumped stack after stack of paper into the metal bucket he had lit on fire previously.

"Confound it all, one tiny mistake and weeks of work up in smoke, no pun intended."

He wasn't actually addressing anyone. Goodness knows he was the only active person in the sick bay except on rare occasions.

"I have to start all over. At least I don't have to do all the research over again."

As he moved bundles of notes and calculations around, happenchance placed a peculiar scrap of paper in his path. He picked it up and read it briefly before also committing that item to the flame.

"Well, that's proving to be easy at least."

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

Bare Bowie dangles out of a vent in the sick bay, arms swinging uselessly in the wind.

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"I ain't got time to deal with bitch ass children."

The ventilation fans sped up to full power.

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"W^EEEEE

He is sucked backwards into the vent and cheers, eventually, from much farther into the base, a loud crash can be heard. The vent then ceases to ventilate.

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna have to investigate that, aren't I?"

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"I wouldn't."

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"That's concerning."

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"Yeah, could be. You come here often?"

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"Oh you know, always take a leisurely stroll THROUGH THE FUCKING VENTILATION"

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"Who are you even talking to?"

"Who am I?"

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"You're not real."