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[dogfacedrepoman]

This isn't a problem you can fix with surgery. I don't think you can cut away anything that's happened and make it better. [his tone turns scornful] After everything that's happened you should know that.

There's no flesh to make clean, no tumor to excise (and you'd know all about tumors being removed.) ...GeneCo doesn't have a really positive mental health department.

So I can't offer you anything in particular except what you seem to have figured out. Or what you seem to be close to working out. It's clear you need more control if you still respond that way.

That's not to say you can't learn it.

And what better time to learn it then now?

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[thetwotoone]

I hope things get better for you and your mun, sir. -Mine seems to recognize you from somewhere, though. And beg pardon, but what's a "GeneCo"?

[dogfacedrepoman]

Really?

[this could be a loaded thing] I know I look like a cop and some musician, but beyond that..

[pause] Geneco...is. That's like trying to ask about the Vatican or...It's a company that sells organs.

[The last part is said rather quickly.]

[thetwotoone]

I don't think it's from either of those. And there was a woman up here... I think her name started with an I...?

[...Okay, that last bit earns a dismayed expression. What.]

It- what?1

[dogfacedrepoman]

...Irene?

[He knows that name. Oh god. Irene. He freezes like a deer in front of an oncoming truck.]

They sell organs.