Hermann ran, oh boy did he. He ran as fast as his wretched, pointless broken leg could carry him. In his haste he almost dropped his walking stick several times before reaching the doorway to the main room of the Shatterdome. Clasping onto the doorframe, he only just stopped himself from falling headfirst onto the marble.
"Newton created a neural bridge from garbage and drifted with a kaiju!" He screeched towards Marshall Pentecost, who visibly flinched from the tone.
As realisation hit Pentecost, he threw his whole body around to look Hermann dead in the eyes, cowering.
"You-he what?!" He bellowed, astonished.
"Dr. N-Newton Geiszler created a neural b-bridge when we told him not to! He didn't listen! He- he nev-"
"Gottlieb, take me to him. Immediately! "
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By Jove, Let's Own This Thing (Newmann)
FanfictionA short story of the relationship between Newton and Dr Gottlieb during the movie c:
