No. He is not having a friendly chat over drinks with Tarn of the DJD.
"Why? So you can practice your villainous laugh?" If First Aid's tone were
any dryer, it would be a desert.
His hand clutches around the glass, but he doesn't drink it. He'd like to
take his datapad and go now, but he didn't feel safe at all turning his
back on Tarn. What a rightful mess he's gotten into.
"Have you ever seen a plague, Tarn? We spend so much time killing each
other with fusion cannons, bullets, and bombs, we often forget that we're
still vulnerable to disease."
He reaches over the bar and plucks a straw from behind it, settling it in
the glass, but otherwise leaves it.
"You can get sick. Fluid can build up in the brain. You can development a
spark murmur. Rust. Scraplets. Cybercrosis. Have you ever considered one of
your victims could infect you through just touching their blood?"
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No. He is not having a friendly chat over drinks with Tarn of the DJD.
"Why? So you can practice your villainous laugh?" If First Aid's tone were any dryer, it would be a desert.
His hand clutches around the glass, but he doesn't drink it. He'd like to take his datapad and go now, but he didn't feel safe at all turning his back on Tarn. What a rightful mess he's gotten into.
"Have you ever seen a plague, Tarn? We spend so much time killing each other with fusion cannons, bullets, and bombs, we often forget that we're still vulnerable to disease."
He reaches over the bar and plucks a straw from behind it, settling it in the glass, but otherwise leaves it.
"You can get sick. Fluid can build up in the brain. You can development a spark murmur. Rust. Scraplets. Cybercrosis. Have you ever considered one of your victims could infect you through just touching their blood?"