

AST Ch 1 Third-PersonThe lab was quiet, and Dr. Drals watched the monitor apathetically. He was a medium fellow, not too tall or short, nor fat or thin, with curly orange hair. His glasses sat on the tip of his nose, his stern face concentrating on the tiniest details of what was happening on the monitor before him. The patient was convulsing and foaming at the mouth, but he did not care. His job was to monitor the patients and record their reactions to various drugs. As blood began to leak from the poor girl's eyes, Dr. Drals turned off the monitor and spun in his chair to look at his boss, Mr. Aiken.AST Ch 1 Third-Person
Mr. Aiken had the look of a corrupt businessman.
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As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun
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