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“Al, what’s that smell?”
“You know very well…”
“Gah. Sorry. But there’s something smelling in here. Real nasty too.”
“Miao!”
“Al!”
“What?” Huge veteran body armor fidgeting. It’s not a pretty sight.
“Open up your chest plate, Al.”
“Why?”
“Just open it, dammit!”
Ed lifts a wet looking kitten out by her neck and peers into Al’s chest. He bends back out, clasps his hands and leans forward again. A blue light shines through the cracks in Al’s “body”.
“I knew it! Skidmarks!”
“That’s not possible.”
“The kitten - it has …” Ed’s heaving for air. “… taken a dump in your armor.”