the ness-ness: Okay. This is an experiment. If people like it, I'll continue. If not, well…It all depends. I think it's good and so does my beta so here goes nothing….
Disclaimer: the ness-ness owns nothing of PB/TCoR so don't go punching her in the face. That's my job.
the ness-ness: And how exactly does that work? You have no hands you dork.
Disclaimer: I'll find a way.
the ness-ness:
Oooooo!! I'm so scared!!...NOT! On with the story!!
He looked at the chart on room 12's door.
The experiment within had failed nearly every test given to it. He turned to the men beside him.
"Here's anotherone. Euthanasia is costing more and more with all the failed experiments. We're glad you can take them off our hands."
One of the men bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"We are honored to have your business," he purred. The other one just stared ahead and said nothing.
The lab manager nodded and gestured to the other to follow him.
"Let's go to my office and you can sign the papers. After that, I'm sure we can find a way to celebrate…" His voice faded, as did his footsteps.
What the small group didn't notice were the bright brown eyes that followed the through the little window of the door.
the ness-ness: Well, there you have. Tell me if you want more. I'll be happy to oblige.