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The tv plays in the background, a tortoise popping up on the screen, as Butcher turns on a very long drill, now that he was back. Bellamy, Frenchie, and Hughie stand around watching him.
He turns to Frenchie and Bellamy with the drill and Frenchie shakes his head no slightly as Bellamy throws his head back, staring at the ceiling.
Whatever Butcher went to do didn't work, surprise, surprise. Bellamy was just so sure it would, Butcher being such a people person and all...
Butcher lowers his head at Frenchie's response before slamming the drill down onto the table. Frenchie looks up to the tv, the wheels in his brain turning, and nudges Bellamy.
"Hmm?" Bellamy snaps his head back up, turning to Frenchie. Frenchie nods towards the tv as he continues to watch in awe where as Bellamy looks between him and the tv smirking at Frenchie's face, knowing he's forming a plan.
Bellamy tilts his head at the tv, listening intently. "... the shell evolved to help turtles burrow underground..." The shell... hmmm.
Suddenly Frenchie hops off the counter.
"What are you doing?" Butcher looks at him.
"Shocking our invisible friend." Frenchie answers him with wide-crazed eyes. "I need him unconscious." He snaps his head towards the door and stomps to it with determination.
"Why?" Butcher doesn't follow.
"Because I got it." Frenchie says, ripping the door open.
Bellamy follows after him, clicking through what the tv said in his mind. Translucent's skin is his shell....
"Now what the fuck do you want?" Translucent asks annoyed.
"Shut the hell up." Bellamy snaps as electricity crackles and Frenchie shocks Translucent, causing him to scream.
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Frenchie and Bellamy pull off latex gloves as Translucent begins coming to.
"Oh, I'll bet." Butcher says, stepping up to the cage.
"I'm not ashamed to admit I have outdone myself." Frenchie grins from ear to ear.
"Hell yeah you have." Bellamy slaps his back before pulling him by the shoulders.
Once he releases Frenchie goes to squat down in front of the cage. "Now, the problem is the skin, no? It's, uh, hard like diamonds. But then I realized, it is just your shell that is hard, huh? Like a turtle." Bellamy nods, he was right. "But your insides? They're like the rest of ours... soft. So, how do you get to the... squishy insides? Through the mouth? Non. The stomach acid, the gag reflex. If I stick something down your throat, you may vomit it up." He explains, scratching the back of his head he clicks his tongue. "There's truly only one way..."
