Lindsey's jaw dropped at the sight of what was behind those bandages. "Oh. My. God!" she shrieked, bringing a hand to her mouth, before remembering that she no longer had the stomach or esophagus to throw up with.
"How... how can you be laughing at that?!" she demanded of Johnny.
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"You can hardly surprise me, Mr. Smith," Caulder said. "After all... I designed the bandages and other equipment which give you some semblance of form. Miss Smith's gloves and Mrs. Major's robotics were also my design."
He went on. "You see... I specialize in, well, you might say I specialize in fixing broken things. Situations. People. I've done it many times before, to no small degree of success, if I do say so myself."
He fixed his gaze upon them, quite serious. "Now... if I may discuss the job I mentioned?"
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