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« on: November 05, 2014, 09:48:35 AM »
*Hemlock and Mulberry considered it for a moment. It would certainly make studying the strain much easier. But, alas, their funding was on the line and if their project leader was infected, it could make things worse. It was bad enough that the unshaven Birch never seemed to dress appropriately for the lab, as flip-flops were not ideal footwear in an environment that could have slippery floors, hazardous materials, and things that could be dropped. Particularly since due to their Hypno's cerebral palsy, he had a tendency to drop things, which could prove hazardous to Birch's toes and exposed skin.*
*Mulberry looked to the Hypno and nodded to Birch, who still screamed and still ran barefoot in a circle.*
"Go help him out."
*The Hypno let out a frustrated groan, placed his notebook and recording equipment aside, and hauled himself out of his chair. He hobbled out to the field with a stiff-legged gait, reaching into his lab coat pockets for a Pester Ball. Once within a decent range, he threw the Pester Ball with his good arm. The Ball hit the Zigzagoon and it ran away in annoyance, with the sandal still in its mouth.*
*Birch stood there barefoot, leaning forward to catch his breath.*
"Th-thanks... (huff) I thought... I thought I was a goner...!"
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