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A guy in a lab coat named Dr. Flug heard the roar and sound of a shot in Demencia's room. Running quickly, he tried to open the door handle, leaning his ear on the other side of the door, he heard another shot. Zaponikov, he began to break open the door, moving a screwdriver in the lock, it surprisingly opened. Before him came a scene where that bat girl stood and looked at him, after which Demensia rushed at her. Which held her as if they were after the wedding. Demensia is a husband, and you are a wife.

"Demencia, what are you doing?"

Dr. Flug looked at your scene in bewilderment, he could say that this never happened with Demensia. He could hear your squeak as if you were a cat and what kind of child was squeezing you. For those who were in the room awkward silence, Dr. Flug looked at you in surprise, as if he had never seen such a creature. After Dementia, not having time to say, you cried out.

"Yes, your mother! Fuck me!"

"Nope."

In response, Demencia only pressed you closer to her. To this, your eyebrows frowned and you squinted your hands on your chest and muttered, something like: that you would die or go fuck. To which Demencia simply showed you her tongue, and with "love" continued to hold you, not allowing you to run away. Dr. Flyg was still standing in the background and watching your scene. Soon he came up, and from nowhere he took a jar of water, and sprinkled with the contents on Demensia. To which she let you go, and began to cover her face with her hands, slowly moving away. You got to your feet, looked at the doctor, and reluctantly muttered thanks, for which he smiled. This was not visible under his mask. But it was visible in the eyes.

"Let's go to my laboratory, the boss said that you will help me there. Do you know how to make mm, how to say, make" super "weapons?"

Your eyes went up to the surprise of his question, yes, you were up to his hips or next to his chest. Your grin adorned your lips.

"Of course, what can you do?"

The words left your lips, looking at the back of Dr. Flug, who led you to his laboratory. You definitely wanted to tear this girl to pieces for what she did to you. But you haven't seen your bombs anywhere, you probably ended with the last rout that you made in one of the cities. Walking along the corridors, you noticed a lot of pictures, and the hero of the one was one person with gray skin. To your surprise without ears and nose. Having scored on it, you buried in Doctor Flug. Who stopped to probably open the door to his so-called "laboratory".

"Um, can you change clothes? I can bring my old clothes, wait here and please, don't touch anything."

You watched him walk away and your sensitive ears heard that he was muttering when he left something like: "I hope my clothes fit her" and "I hope I manage to ask her where she came from." To this you rolled your (eye color) spheres, and drew attention to its izobreteniya. Your curiosity covered your eyes. You didn't give a damn about his rules, you never listened to anyone and nobody ordered you. Laughing at this, you went to that table and looked at inventions that were still in development. Looking at the drawing of this mechanism, you took the details of the data for it. Your hands too quickly did everything you need. A few minutes later on the table lay the already assembled mechanism, which should do something.

"I asked you not to touch anything!"

You heard that guy's voice behind you, and turned around with his finished invention. You rolled your eyes at this, and your smile frowned, your lips left words:

"Yes, I do not care about your rules, keep it and do not give thanks!"

His eyes widened. He could not collect this gun for several hours, or even almost a day. And you just took it and gave it a finished copy. To this, in surprise, he dropped his clothes, which consisted of (color of a shirt) shirts and (color of pants) pants. You quickly caught clothes, and grinned. He did not miss out on your size, your eyes went up to him.

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