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Doc: “I’m afraid it’s very bad. The anterior portion of you thoracic cavity is disintegrating from the inside. The screw that holds you together hardly has any plastic left to hold on to.”
Mutt: “My plastic…”
Doc: “Worst case I’ve seen. It was crumbling apart in my hands.”
Mutt: “Oh no. Give it to me straight, Doc. How long’ve I got?”
Doc: “There’s no way to tell. Maybe years. Maybe just days.”
Mutt: “Oh hell.”
Snake-Eyes: “…”
Junkyard: *whimper*
Alpine: “Isn’t there something you can do for him, Doc?”
Doc: “The only hope at this point is a full torso transplant. I’ve already started a search. But I’m not going to sugarcoat it; our chances of finding a replacement in time aren’t good. It’s a seller’s market, and parts from 1984 are hard to find in good condition.”
