This evening finds Gudge sprawled in one of the lounge's more comfortable chairs crosswise, head on one armrest and legs draped over the other, with a clipboard full of paper in one hand and a pencil in the other. He's wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, which features a picture of Barney the Dinosaur framed in a red gunsight, with the
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"No, I'm not looking to kill anyone; the only one who's really annoyed the fuck out of me lately is currently lying in a hospital bed, through no fault of mine I might add." He grins toothily at this, and continues. "Seriously, though, I'm not designing this for killing people, at least not overtly." He chuckles.
"You know those shows on TV where they have people build radio-controlled robots and have them beat the shit out of each other? I'm thinking about building one of those, and maybe entering it in a contest. Maybe the campus would let us run one here; I'm sure some of the other Nockers would have wet dreams designing something like this for fun."
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