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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/1/2017 3:20:52 PM
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[i]"I see, I see. Well our main surgeon is currently out, would you like to come in later or will our secondary surgeon work?" [/i]
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"Is...the secondary surgeon still...you know...adequate?" He asked. He didn't want someone who was cutting of his leg to botch the job.
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[i]"Oh of course! Most people request JT, though Dr. Mendeza does a job just as good as JT."[/i]
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"Well. I'd rather JT do it with all honesty. Considering I've known the guy for years. How long will it take to wait for him?" He asked.
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[i]"Anywhere from twenty to forty minutes."[/i]
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"Alright. I'll wait for him then. Is there like uh....waiting room? Or something?"
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[i]"Yeah, to the right of the entrance."[/i]
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"Alright. Awesome. Thanks for the help." He thanked. He walked over to the waiting room and sat down in the All too quiet clinic.
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[i]Falk would see JT walk in around half an hour later, before heading into the back of the clinic. [/i]
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"Whoa! Hold up! JT!" Falk let out as he tried to get his old friends attention. That being said, he hadn't talked to him in over a year. They're paths diverged some time ago.
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[i]JT stopped, turned and looked to Falk. "Yeah?"[/i]
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"How's it...going? It's been a while." Falk was caught off guard by the casual response. He expected a greeting of some sorts. Like a "oh Hai Falk!" Well, maybe not all like that. But then again, this was JT. So he probably should not have embellished what the reunion would've been like.
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[i]"Have we met?"[/i]
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"....uh. Ya. Like, two years ago. Do you really not recognize me? It's pants. Ya know? The salesman?"
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[i]"Oh! What's good man?"[/i]
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"Oh! You know! This and that!" Falk replied in relief. "Anyways! I uh, need some work done." Falk tapped his left leg with his cane.
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[i]"The hell'd you do Pants?"[/i]
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"Well. Another apocalyptic event happened. So I uh...had to kind of do some suicide mission stuff... Long story short I dropped a building on myself."
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[i]"...Pants I'd call you a f*cking dumbass but I just absorbed a twenty five foot tall metal being, so I'll just ask this: Any specifics on the leg?"[/i]
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"Well. I've done some research so I'm thinking we can cut my left leg off from the lower lower thigh and get some nanites to replace blood, add some robotics for the inner leg with carbon fibre for the outer, and thin bungee chords as the muscles and tendons. Also it'd be great if you made it look as much like my other leg as possible!" Falk finished.
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[i]"That would imply shock gel and three sixteenths rubber, cool?"[/i]
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"Yup. Let's get it done doc."
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[i]"Meet me in room three, leave your clothes in the corner. I'll grab my anaesthetics expert."[/i]
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"Got it." Falk said. He stripped down then went into the room JT had pointed him too.
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[i]JT came in about ten minutes later, holding a mask and wearing a white lab coat. "Ready?"[/i]
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"Ready as I'll ever be." Falk confirmed. "Let's do it."
