[Kim sets the case on the table, swabs him, then opens the case. The inside is a mess of wires and glowing little LEDs peering from the cracks, like spider's eyes. When she slides the sample into a fluid-filed recess it clicks and beeps with a low, electrical hum. Every now and again a soft tumble of taps as some deep internal cog or toggle flashes over, but by the large the majority of the internal workings are silent.
While it works, she removes what seems to be a re-purposed palmpilot and plugs a connecting jack into the machine. It chimes cheerfully at this development, and the screen lights up like an expectant child, displaying row after row of symbols- Presumedly Vincent's DNA.]
There. Now let's...
[She does a definite double-take, then makes a disgusted face. and turns the screen to show Vinnie himself. There, in very clear words:
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While it works, she removes what seems to be a re-purposed palmpilot and plugs a connecting jack into the machine. It chimes cheerfully at this development, and the screen lights up like an expectant child, displaying row after row of symbols- Presumedly Vincent's DNA.]
There. Now let's...
[She does a definite double-take, then makes a disgusted face. and turns the screen to show Vinnie himself. There, in very clear words:
HOJO WUZ HEER. GAST SUX!]
What the hell?!