“You going to use the sleeping gas to knock him out?” asked Taern.

“We have sleeping gas?” Stroth asked in confusion.

Stroth

“The doctor examines all his patients here,” the receptionist replied.

“Right, but,” Stroth struggled to find the words. “We were hoping to meet him at the special place… where no one keeps records?”

Taern slapped himself in the forehead.

Stroth

“We can go to your place or mine. But you should know,” Stroth whispered, arching an eyebrow. “Mine’s a space ship.”

Stroth

Hey, do your turds float?

Stroth

“Stroth, he’s burning up.”

“Maybe he should quit fucking with the laws of physics then!”

Stroth

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