<P>"Oh, man, you saw that?"
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<P>"Yeah. Nasty. Blood all over the place. The janitors were pissed."
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<P>"That woman was a bitch anyway." Andreas plunged the scalpel down into one of the dead JC's eye sockets with a slight thuck. He started twisting the tool around a while, viscously tearing at the tissue on the sides of the socket, so that he could eventually work down to the muscle behind the eyeball. Nobody actually had the physical strength to just rip someone's eye out in one yank - You would see that in the movies all the time. Somebody would dig somebody else's eye out with a pen or something. But there's so much thick flesh and tissue holding onto an eyeball that it's just not possible without taking the time to literally saw your way through it.
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<P>Vision is augmented my ass, he thought.
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<P>"Yeah," Malcolm finally said, carefully watching Andreas's less-than-orthodox dismantling procedure. "Anna was definitely a bitch. And Gunther freaks me out, too. He seems obsessed with her or something. He got so pissed about JC fraggin' her like that that he went berserk all over the place until Dr. Reyes had to sedate him. And he's sick, too." He shifted towards the corpse. "He dragged this thing into Manderley's office and put it on his desk just for show. Both him and Anna were sick. Maybe they belong with each other. Heh. I bet they had some kind of sick little machine romance thing." He laughed. "I wonder if they ever tried to nail each other." He started laughing harder. Andreas shifted nervously, still digging and sawing at the eye. Malcolm kept rambling. "The two of em appliance porn!"
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<P>Andreas suddenly froze. Stared at Malcolm wide-eyed.
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<P>"What?" Malcolm said, smile fading.
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<P>Andreas wasn't staring at him. He was staring behind him.
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<P>Malcolm started to turn around slowly.