The truth is, Pat, I think it's wise to run another trial just to be on the safe
side. After that, we can send him to Camp Moi as planned, and I think the last
group of experiments will take about three months. Please make suggestions
before I write the official report. Herman Inter-office memorandum Submitted by:
Pa Ho To: Herman Pinchert Date: September 13 Involved: Andy McGee I don't
understand! We all agreed at the last meeting-you and we-that McGee is useless.
You know we've been waiting for a long time. It's time to take action. If you
wish to conduct another set of experiments-come to me. We're doing an experiment
with the girl next week, but because of a lot of stupid interference from one
side or another, I don't think the girl's cooperation will last very long. And
when she agrees to cooperate, it might be a good idea for her father to stay
nearby.. Is it a fire extinguisher?? You're right-maybe it's "just a matter of
money", but it's taxpayers' money. And there is very little encouragement to tax
these people now, Herman. Especially taxed by Kapton Hollinger. Don't forget
that. Plan to keep him for another six to eight weeks at most, unless you
achieve something.. But I don't think it's possible. Pat "Damn it, beast." After
reading the memo, Herman Pinchert swore loudly: He read the third paragraph
again: This Haux Danner,
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manufacturers, this Haux Danner who owns a 1958 Thunderbird, is lecturing
him for money. He crumpled up the memo and threw it into the wastebasket, then
sat back in his swivel chair. Two months at the most! He doesn't like that.
Three months is more appropriate. He did feel that -- Suddenly, the garbage
disposal installed at home appeared mysteriously and unexpectedly in his mind.
It also made him very uneasy. Recently, for some reason,
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hot tub, this garbage disposal got into his brain, and he couldn't get it
out. Especially when he deals with the issue of Weidi McGee, the image is very
active: the black garbage mouth in the middle is covered with a layer of plastic
membrane.. Like a woman's private parts.. He sat deeper in his chair, thinking.
When he woke up suddenly, he was disturbed to find that twenty minutes had
passed. He took out a memo form and began to write a note to that bastard
Hauksdanner, bitter about his comment about "just money.". He refrained from
applying for another three months (the black hole of processor smoothness came
back to him). If Hawksdale says two months, it's two months. But if he does get
something out of Andy, he's going to have to celebrate. He finished the note,
hastily signed Herman at the bottom,
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pool factory, then leaned back and rubbed his temples. He has a headache. In
school and college, Herman Pinchett was an unknown transvestite. He likes to
wear women's clothes because he thinks it makes him look.. What can I say? Very
beautiful. In his junior year of college, he joined the Delta State Club and was
discovered by two brother members. As always, the cost of keeping them quiet was
unmentionable, no different from the trick Pinchett himself had gleefully
participated in playing on the new members. At two o'clock in the morning, they
will throw rubbish and debris on the floor of the club kitchen. Then Pinchett,
dressed all in women's clothes, was forced to clean them up before scrubbing the
floor. At this time, as long as another member brother came downstairs sleepily
looking for something to eat, he would be found. Later they progressed to
masturbating with each other. Pinchett guessed that this might be the real
reason for their silence, so he was grateful for it. But he still quit the club
with fear and disgust for himself-the main reason was that he found the whole
thing exciting to him. After that, he never wore women's clothes again. He's not
gay. He has a lovely wife and two well-behaved children, which proves that he is
not gay. He had not thought of this humiliating and disgusting thing for years.
And now, one, one, the garbage disposal. The smooth black hole covered with
plastic diaphragm is still in front of us. His headache got worse. The echo from
Andy's work begins. Now it is only working slowly; The image of the processor,
the idea that it was beautiful, came only intermittently. But it will pick up
speed and start to rebound. Until it's unbearable. No way Charlie said, "That's
not good." Then she turned and strode out of the small room again. Her face was
tense and pale, and there was a little purple under her eyes. Hey, wait a
minute. Cried Hauksdanner, holding out his hands. He forced a smile. "What's
wrong, Charlie?" "Everything." She said, "Nothing is right." Hauxle looked
around the room. In one corner stood a Sony TV camera. It was wired through a
wooden wall to a video cassette recorder in the next observation room, and an
iron ashtray filled with wood chips stood on a table in the middle of the room.
To its left was a brain wave recorder, and a young man in a white coat was
fiddling with "I still don't get it." Hauksdanner said. He was still smiling
lovingly, but he was mad. You don't need a man who can read people's thoughts to
know these two things; you only need to look at his eyes. You don't listen to
me. Charlie said in a quavering voice, "You don't listen to me, except — (except
John; but you can't say it.)" "Tell us what to do." Haux Danle said. "If you had
listened to me, you would have known that the iron ashtray for the wood chips
was all right,
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whirlpool, but it was the only one.". The table is made of wood, and the
wall is combustible. And the man's clothes. She pointed to the experimenter and
said. The man shivered. Charlie 11. "" So is the camera. " "Charlie, that camera
is--".
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