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My brain hurts.
Almost 48 hours.
I have no idea how you LAN-party geeks can stand the taste of Red Bull, but I have to admit, chase it down with some Excedrin and you can keep sharp all through the night. I think I recall eating ... something on Monday.
Reactive frequency white noise generators were the easy part, once Doctor MacTaggart brought down the vibranium paneling. Stuff's a bitch to work without a plasma torch, though. So, of course, they brought me a plasma torch. I love this place.
Fiber-optic sutures, now THOSE were a stroke of genius. I can't believe no one thought of that before. Wait, yes I can. Because I'm the most brilliant mind on the planet, baby!
I helped save someone's life over the past two days, they tell me. And I'm not sure if that's more of a rush than all the caffeine. And, I mean, it was easy. No one gave me any shit about needing materials or space to work or soda or anything.
Now if I could only remember how the hell I got back up to my room. And where the hell my pants went.
I made something that saved someone's life. This is so cool.
I have no idea how you LAN-party geeks can stand the taste of Red Bull, but I have to admit, chase it down with some Excedrin and you can keep sharp all through the night. I think I recall eating ... something on Monday.
Reactive frequency white noise generators were the easy part, once Doctor MacTaggart brought down the vibranium paneling. Stuff's a bitch to work without a plasma torch, though. So, of course, they brought me a plasma torch. I love this place.
Fiber-optic sutures, now THOSE were a stroke of genius. I can't believe no one thought of that before. Wait, yes I can. Because I'm the most brilliant mind on the planet, baby!
I helped save someone's life over the past two days, they tell me. And I'm not sure if that's more of a rush than all the caffeine. And, I mean, it was easy. No one gave me any shit about needing materials or space to work or soda or anything.
Now if I could only remember how the hell I got back up to my room. And where the hell my pants went.
I made something that saved someone's life. This is so cool.
We weren't exaggerating
Oh, you might be interested to know, Hank's back. Dr Henry McCoy, in other words. He's very impressed with your work - he'll probably hunt you down in the morning to babble at you accordingly.