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We're trying to create our own." Kurt guffawed and slapped his knee, and stopped when he noticed that same scowl on Denny's face. "OK, so, you're trying to create your own world..." Neoldner, stumbling his way past door, and still giggling, shouted: "Planet Wisconsin! Woo-hoo!" Kurt covered the smile on his face with his hand. Denny sighed, stood, and shut the door.
The Plan "If life doesn't offer a game worth playing, then invent a new one." Anthony J. D'Angelo Denny walked into the interrogation room to find Neoldner and Kurt giggling inside a cloud of smoke. "Oh cripes," Denny muttered. When they heard Denny in the doorway, they stopped moving, slowly turned toward him, and starting giggling again. Denny clenched his fists and exhaled slowly.
"OK, Neoldner, why don't you take five?" Neoldner nodded in agreement and stepped into the hallway, giggling all the way out. Once he had left, Denny gave Kurt a quick stare, and suddenly, Kurt's giggling stopped. "Whoa, what did you do?" he asked. "I had to remove whatever it was you didn't inhale from your bloodstream," he said.
He seemed familiar, but he couldn't be sure. He was sure he would have remembered that mustache. The man was looking around for someone, peering into the far corners of the ill-lit room. As he did so, Tom noticed the clipboard. The cover sheet, a form labeled 3G, read: Complaints, Problems, Irregularities: No green paper allowed. If it's Neoldner, give him restroom duty.
Neoldner took the seat across from Sigger as the Lab Coat Man moved to the doorway. Forrester, with his strange brown mustache, popped his head into the room. "I'm going home to finish to schedule for tomorrow this evening. Do you have everything?" Forrester asked. "How could I? You haven't told me what I need yet," the Lab Coat Man replied. "I haven't?" "No, I've been with Prof.
He put his hands to his forehead and massaged the red spot right between and just above his eyes that would eventually scar, forever to mark the spot where the bullet struck an instant before he had vanished and reappeared back in the basement. "Right between the eyes!" he bleated. "No, right between and just above," Neoldner corrected. "You've gone over this fifty times now..."
The closing line, in fact, of "Bride of the Monster". Woodian dialog had become part of Tom's internal clock. "Why didn't you say anything?" "I had to give Neoldner a hand threading 'Plan 9', and I forgot all about it. Sorry!" Tom heard Criswell begin his parting words, figured to hell with it, and abandoned his post in order to use the phone in the employee's lounge.
Neoldner will help you out with the details. I think you'll enjoy the perks. The travel. The entertainment, if you like that sort of thing." "What about the entertainment?" Sigger asked. "Soon!" replied the Lab Coat Man, misunderstanding, his eyes twinkling with an annoying but enigmatic flare. "So," Neoldner began after the Lab Coat Man had left, "what size jacket do you wear?"
All good projects do, as I'm sure you understand." Sigger nodded dumbly. "Now I'm going to turn you over to my assistant, Neoldner." The door opened, and twenty year-old resembling a ferret and wearing an identical lab coat entered, a clipboard in his hand. "He's going to help with the second phase," the Lab Coat Man said. "Hey," Neoldner said. "Um... yes," Sigger replied.
"They're right outside." "Who?" asked the Lab Coat Man. "All of them. Justin, Julia, Tom, Alona, Ritchie, Betty..." "Outside?" "Nearing the front doors as we speak." Denny muttered a curse, stood up, tossed his cigarette to the floor, and crushed it under his foot. "Get Kurt," he said to the Lab Coat Man, "Neoldner, anybody.
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