by Toshiro Narumi » Wed Apr 11, 2018 7:05 pm
The infirmary had let Brosh out with instruction to take a few days to recover from the psychic trauma before having a trained telepath help put things right. So, after his mid-afternoon snack, he decided to give this intelligence thing a whirl. Now in the workshop, he was busily working out a long equation on a big digital whiteboard. Also, randomly doodling his proper form on a flying surfboard.
He paused to scratch his head and proudly think aloud, "And Bro said this stuff was hard."
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