Denny clenched his fists and exhaled slowly. "OK, Neoldner, why don't
you take five?"
Neoldner nodded in agreement and stepped into the hallway, giggling all
the way out. Once he had left, Denny gave Kurt a quick stare, and
suddenly, Kurt's giggling stopped.
"Whoa, what did you do?" he asked.
"I had to remove whatever it was you didn't inhale from your
bloodstream," he said. His legs suddenly felt limp, and his steadied
himself against the wall. "It takes something out of you to work that
precisely." Slowly, he moved toward the other chair and sat down.
"When am I going to learn to do that?" Kurt asked.
"If we had a clipboard, we'd start ASAP, but we're kind of screwed
right now. Forrester's taken, along with his copy; Justin Nelson has
another. We were making more, but our copier ran out of toner."
Kurt pondered this for a moment.
"What kind of organization is this?"
"The shoe-string kind."
"Well, if you can't get your hands on some toner, how do you expect to
take over the frigging world?!"
Denny gave Kurt a dark look.
"Sorry..." Kurt muttered.
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