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Gathering Brains

Dr. Reinhardt turned from the window. The peasants had been easy to deal with, but the Abomination was proving to be a disappointment. It had a tantrum when it found out there was no cable, and only calmed down when Lorencz produced some dice and a pencil and suggested the Abomination could “make a character,” whatever the Hell that meant.

He grabbed Lorencz by the scruff of his shirt when he went past. “You never told me where you got the brain!” he quietly snarled.

“W-w-well-”

“Did you go to the University like I ordered?”

“S-sorta.”

“Where, Lorencz? Explain, ‘Sorta’?”

“In t-town, th-th-there was a c-convention.” Lorencz suddenly smiled, a terrifying sight the doctor had never seen before.

“I saw a woman dressed as a kunoichi with kitten ears. She was beautiful, and wasn’t scared of me at all. So I hung out with her gang at the con for three days, when I remembered I was late and needed a brain, so I borrowed one from a guy at one of the 40K tables.”

Reinhardt was speechless.

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