Head and Hands

[click! SIGH.]

After some trial and error, I've concluded that I can't fix this in the mirror. I need. Help.

...

Preferably a roboticist. Or a surgeon.


...



Or anyone with decent medical— you know what, I'm not sure I trust any of you.

[There is a bit of a pause. Kim grumbles something uncomplimentary about the boat, canines and the Captain's genetic makeup and sexual history.]


Also there's an animal or something trying to kill people. I think.

[click!]

Someone tell me we have painkillers. Like Morphine. Vicodin at least.

[Grooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan fuck this whole gender idea and everything that comes with it]

This is the worst hurt. I want to kill everyone in the entire world, and no jury would every convict me.

[Thud. Forehead meet desk. When Kim continues, it's a bit muffled.]

Because they would be dead too.