Log Entry 12: Taken from The Bureau's Laboratory on 08/08/2017 at 02:53:09

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(Sound of torch cracking)

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Ozzi Smithe: (Muttering) Almost... there...

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Melonie Sanders: (Loud whisper) Ozzi!

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Smithe: Oh shi–! 

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(Sounds of clattering metal. Silence)

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Smithe: Jesus, Melonie. I thought you were Ala–! (Pause) (Calmly) Melonie, where are your pants?

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Sanders: Look, something happened!

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(Loud, mechanical whirring sounds)

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Smithe: Oh... (Silence) Mm. I believe I know what happened. Were you... "with" Alastor?

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Sanders: Mmhm.

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Smithe: Ah. Of course. The heightened cardiovascular activity has affected your nervous system, adversely affecting your synthetic limbs.

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(Long silence. The whirring of Melonie's synthetic limb can be heard.)

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Smithe: You don't exactly know what that means, do you?

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Sanders: ...Kinda?

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Smithe: You and Alastor having sex made you implants go nuts.

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Sanders: Oh... (Awkwardly chuckles)

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Smithe: Drink some tea and it'll calm down.

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Sanders: Thanks, Ozzi. But what about Alastor?

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Smithe: Well, what about him?

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Sanders: I sorta punched him in the face by accident when my implants started going haywire...

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Smithe: (Scoffs) Alastor's a big boy, he'll be fi–

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Sanders: I knocked Alastor unconscious.

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(The spike in volume from Ozzi's laugh was so loud, it damaged the microphone in the recording device.)

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