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08/21/09(Fri)23:49 No.5544258>>5544057 He pauses at the door, "Junkyards?" He asks, "I never considered going to such a place...yes, I know of a junkyard a couple miles out of the city. If you want, I can try to drop you off there while I get the stuff, but...I'm worried. The landowner has some nasty dogs there, and, well, I'd hate to lose you to some stupid mutt."
>>5544077 He smiles, "We live in America, little guy. New York, to be exact. It's nice here, if a bit crowded. The land of the free! The home of the brave!" He says, quoting some unknown document.
>>5544086 He gives a cry of joy as he produces a vanity mirror from one of the piles of junk laying around, setting it on the counter. Your current form is quite bulky and hardly attractive, but it is your body: Nothing else in the world can claim to replicate it.
>>5544092 >>5544099 Both of these are possibly viable for your creator's continued existence and your upgrades. "If you want, I'm sure there's somebody in town that could use a quick fix on something busted. But how are you going to fix it? I mean, I can hardly haul everything broken up here, or take you into public, now can I?"
>>5544101 This plan has its merits, but how do you plan to contact health without alerting the authorities? Or ending up with you on a dissecting table? |