Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 25

RAPTORMAN'S HOSPITAL.

1774, SEPTEMBER 22nd THURSDAY 12:00pm.

Elsewhere on the Create Continent, Raptorman sat at his desk. He adjusted his librarian glasses as he examined a pile of papers.

"Sir,"

Milkman entered the room.

"It's lunch time!"

Raptorman gingerly took his glasses off, stood up, and kicked his desk over. Papers scattered everywhere. He then stood on the knocked over furniture and grinned like an idiot. A massive explosion occurring beyond the three large windows behind him. Milkman stared at this sight, then closed his eyes with a smile.

"I really wish this city could go a day without an explosion." Milkman said.

"Nonsense!" Raptorman replied.

Opening the nearby window, he created a bomb and tossed it out.

"GOOD MORNING!"

A moment later it exploded.

"HI RAPTORMAN!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"INVEST IN MY ELECTRIC BATHTUB!"

Raptorman closed the window, shutting out further responses. The smell of bomb smoke and hot desert air floated about the room. He turned around to face Milkman, who couldn't help but have a slight smile; hints of exhaustion cracking through his face. Raptorman knew, odds are, the poor guy was being worn out by his end of paperwork.

"You truly a model leader of this city." Milkman chuckled.

Raptorman launched the desk into the air with his foot. It flipped a few times before landing perfectly on the floor. Then, at light speeds, he re-organized all the papers onto his desk. It almost looked perfectly identical to how it was a few moments before.

"How much time do we got today? An hour, right?"

Milkman put his hand on his chin as his eyes went towards the ceiling.

"We can fit an hour."

Suddenly the door was flung open, and a big German Shepard dog ran in. It jumped on Raptorman, sending him and the papers crashing to the floor once more. Milkman sighed again, a faint smile appearing under his baggy eyes.

"ACHILLES!" Raptorman shouted, "Achilles heel! Hahaha!"

Milkman grinned as Achilles continually lick Raptorman. Then he went over to the dog and gently lifted him up.

"In all seriousness," Milkman began, "You'll need to save your energy... We got a busy schedule today."

"Alright." Raptorman said, "For lunch, I had something in mind."

"Let me take a wild guess." Milkman smiled.

Raptorman grinned.

Outside of a hospital, stood a large sign. WARNING! Create is restricted here! Was written in bold letters upon it. Inside, Raptorman and Milkman walked down the halls. The smell of anesthetic and sterile surfaces was almost as overbearing as the faded cyan walls and occasionally flickering fluorescent lights. The hallways were bustling with doctors, nurses, and patients from all over the world. Almost all of the patients gasped in awe at the two, but most of the staff seemed to be used to his presence. 

"Don't forget... We do have a busy schedule today." Milkman said.

"I won't. Besides, is there anything more important than this?" Raptorman asked.