If the panel had shut, I’d have been locked in there
forever, or at least until I ran out of air. But as I crawled out, I saw the
boot of Maffon holding it open. I manage to slide out.
“As much as you grumble about it, I guess that robot leg
really helped…”
I had started speaking as I got to my feet, and didn’t notice
until then it was his flesh leg that was now nearly cut through.
“What the… Why?”
He didn’t answer, instead just hopping to his foot and then
hopping off to get medical attention.
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