Bacteria.
MAC 'N CHHESE
...Huh. Well, this looks like the place, I guess.
Hello! Welcome to the Robot and Human Medical Clinic! How may we help you?
...
...Is something the matter?
Well, I guess there's one thing you can help me with.
!
S-sir? W-what are you---
Shhhh.
...
...Look. I don't require much. I just figured that since hospitals make a lotta money, you'd be willing to spare 500,000 Ƶ.
Transfer me the cash, and I'll be out of your hairs in a jiffy, with all the rooms still in one piece. Y'got that, miss?
...
Good. And just so you know, try tracing my bank account for the authorities, and I'll come back here and burn everyone to cinder and ash.
T-there y-you go...
Good.
(Ugh, does the weather make doing this jig a pain.)
*Wooden clonk*
(Does he know?... Nah. He can't. I made sure no one else would see.)
...Hmm? You talking to me? 'cause I'm not carrying any cash with me at the moment, so, uh, sorry 'bout that, I guess.
(At least, not physically. Can't carry out wads of cash in public nowadays. Though whatever gets the onlookers off my back...)
WOAH
What the hell!? Are you trying to get me Killed!?
I told you, I have no idea what you're talking about.
(But I transferred the money digitally..! How could he say something like that?)
(Damn... I don't have time for this. That girl back at the hospital might've called the authorities. The longer I stay, the longer I'm at risk at meeting them.)
(Hmm. Looks like that did the job just fine. Now to get outta here.... But just in case this guy's only playing dead...)
(Alright... time to skiddadle.)
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