Tau-sub-Beta had officially lost it. "Marmalade!"
"It's lonely," ZetaPrime said. "Be nice to meet someone new."
BetaPrime grimaced at his missing left leg. "That's how it starts."
"Marmite!" Tau-sub-Beta howled.
"The Splice-o-Matic only needs 450 grams to produce an identical imprint," ZetaPrime said.
"Identical?" BetaPrime snorted. "No copy of a copy is ever as sharp."
ZetaPrime sighed. "Back to the well, then."
Down the bunker's hall lay a tube-filled lump as mad as Tau-sub-Beta. Stubbed limbs flailed as the pair approached. "Please. I'm Spencer Bridwell. Last survivor. Phoenix, Arizona."
"We know," ZetaPrime said, brandishing the bonesaw. "We all are."
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