Sorry for not updating sooner….
"Okay, this is gross. I'm gonna leave until you've cleaned the skull for me and put in tissue markers. Wow, really…..gross." Angela commented, walking in and then promptly walking out.
"Hey, Angela wait." Cam said, motioning for Angela to come back.
"What do you make of this?" Cam says moving the light over what looked like part of an arm in the pile of turdy flesh on the lighted table.
"It looks like a tattoo." Angela said.
"Yeah that's what I thought, but then I ran some tests and it had traces of polyvinyl pyrrolidone in it."Cam replied.
"Sweetie, I speak English. Please elaborate. In….not such elaborate words." Angela said.
"It's a stamp," Cam said "Like the kind you get at Chuck-e-Cheese that glows when they put your hand under the purple lamp."
"Ohhh. Why didn't you just say so? But how come I can see it, and there's no purple lamp here?"Angela said.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Also where it came from, so I'll get a picture of it for you, and I'll have Hodgins see if he knows anything about it when he's done over there." Cam said, and Angela turned around, noticing for the first time the giant pile of manure Hodgins and Vincent were sifting through.
"Holy Shit. Literally" Angela commented.
"Did yew know that the origin of the word comes from Store High In Transit (credit to my friend's dad for teaching me that) which is how they stored manure back in-" Vincent was cut off.
"Oh please spare me!" Angela said, her voice raising to be heard as she walked away, throwing her hands up dramatically. "I had a nice box of Chinese food on my desk. Now I can't eat it because-oh got- it's orange chicken. Ughh." She walked away.
"Hey where's Brennan?" Hodgins asked.
"Oh she already examined the body, she would be here but her and Booth went down to Atlanta to check out some farmer's convention thing." Cam said.
"Sure…she gets an excuse not to be here" Hodgins huffed and he pulled part of a tibia out of the manure.
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