❝Having been eavesdropping while fishing some more files out of the weird fleshy space-cabinets, Howard wanders right into the conversation. The gloves and mask are finally gone, which means he's back to chewing on the cap of his pen. "Got a little bit further than that. It's probably not a virus, since one of those guys over there can apparently wipe out viruses when he morphs, and supposedly bacteria too. So we're probably looking at magic or technology rather than biology. I'm betting we can probably rule out food, then, although not totally, I guess. Don't bother getting in touch with Zetta, Maw; not everyone's touched the bulk stuff."
He hops up and sits on the edge of one of Stacy's pocket-like beds. "You figure out anything, Hairdye? Me and Anwei sound like we know what we're talking about but actually, we're totally clueless."❞
He hops up and sits on the edge of one of Stacy's pocket-like beds. "You figure out anything, Hairdye? Me and Anwei sound like we know what we're talking about but actually, we're totally clueless."❞
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