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It was hard to maintain such an insanely high level of what the ******** for any extended length of time, and as reason slowly returned somewhat to Rep's faculties he tried to assess how to deal with the situation. He considered anger but figured angry denial at this point was sort of pointless and eventually gave up on finding any way to deal with it at all. ******** hell being a hunter was scary.

He completely lost the thread of what was being said however as golems came up. He'd never been in a proper golem as yet outside the training run and trial types so was as yet fully unaware of that traumatic kettle of fish.

Perhaps it was for the best.

He eyed the bag hopelessly and imagined himself trying to discreetly carry such an affront to masculinity.

He gave Clarice a very serious, suspicious look. "Are you taking the mickey here?"

She gave Jordan a small, nod, attention returning to the here and now, "That and then some. All I can say is that just because you have it, doesn't mean you should try using it, kay? So really, it's only as dangerous as you make it, Harrison." Gauging their reactions, Clarice wondered if this topic would have been saved for say...Clerise, rather than these three.

"The mickey..." again she nodded, this time more slowly, "...I'm not really sure what that entails. Is it an oral act or...?"

"No fooling around with the golems," Harrison repeated uncomfortably. "Uh, speaking of which- now that the labs are up...is it okay if I start taking Killer out to the Battledome again? He's been cooped up a while."

Her smile faded at Rep's explanation, hurt flashing across her face. "I'd never make fun of Harrison." Which wasn't exactly reassuring to those who had the misfortune of not being Harrison. "And I'm not joking around here, guy." Clarice's cheeks puffed out as she huffed at the mere thought of him not taking her seriously.

Minipets provided a fortunate distraction, and the assistant smiled and reached over to the side of her desk and picked up a large manila envelope, revealing an ominous sight: a banana and a condom wrapper.

Clarice handed it to Harrison, "Here's the keys to this office and care instructions. I'm going to have Killer moved into here while I'm gone, and you'll be the one taking care if him. Some of the other techs are a bit too interested in his special circumstances. You can take him out to battle, but probably not too often, with the Insanity study, golems are gonna be at a premium for awhile."

She gave the Intermediate a warm smile and continued, "While you're here you can also use my computer, I noticed you spent a lot of time playing games in the library. Most of those have been taken out to replace damaged equipment, but I have a few on here you can play."

Harrison did look slightly suspicious at the reassurance that she would never make fun of him specifically. Mostly because it was the kind of thing you said to someone when you were making fun of them.

He took the folder.

"Got it," he said, "I can handle him." Clarice clearly didn't want any repeats of whatever had happened to the lab tech who wrangled Killer into that tank.

He grinned at the mention of the computer. The Boss music came to an abrupt halt, replaced with an excited loop of Victory songs. B0nez kept skipping between them, as if he couldn't decide on one, then played them all at once.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 , B0nez said.

"Yeah, great! Thanks! B0nez has been going nuts without one. We got a strict training regimen."

With a pleased smile, Clarice continued, "Now, back on the subject of condoms..." she began to reach for the banana.

Ferros had settled down a little and mostly stopped laughing. The return of cripplingly embarrassing topics set him off again.

Jordan considered assuring Clarice that he was quite certain they all knew this already. He wasn't sure it would actually stop her, though. She had been very meticulous about being absolutely sure that everything was covered.

... in a manner of speaking.

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