"I know, but I can't simply keep away. This is where you keep all of it."
The skinny boy took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes while letting out a short frustrated grunt.
"Sit down, and stay quiet then!"
The blonde girl smiled and backed into a black leather couch with different control panels installed into the armrests. She crossed her arms and legs while eagerly looking at the young man measuring plastic sheets on a metal table in the middle of the dimly lit room. After a few minutes of mumbling right measurements and a couple of precise cuts with his perfectly sharpened scalpel it was finally ready. The ginger boy with black glasses turned to the blonde girl and grinned slightly.
"Could you activate the descension program, please."
The girl bit her index finger trying to figure out the location of the correct button. To her it seemed like finding the correct needle in a needlestack... whilst blindfolded... with both hands tied behind her back...
"Sorry, Dex..."
"The green square! Please, sister!"
She tapped the neon-green button with her middle finger and looked up at the ceiling- a panel slid open with a hydraulic howl and from it was lowered a strecher with a man wrapped neatly in plastic.
"Say hello to our guest, Dee-Dee." The boy smirked. "Gordon Cartwright, 31 years of age, factory worker/ serial killer. Method of Operation: Drilling holes into the wrists and shins of children, running industrial strength wires through them and thus making meat-puppets and running weird shows in his garage until they bleed to death." Dexters scottish accent echoed off the walls and woke up the man buried in plastic.
The girls face lit up, she jumped up and down and giggled: "Hello Gordie! We're going to have some fun now, aren't we Dex?"
"Yes indeed, Dee-Dee." He pushed his glasses up slowly with the middle finger and the thumb. The boy reached into a large toolbox and brought forth graspers, clamps, occluders, retractors, distractors, mechanical cutters, dilators, specula, suction tips and tubes, surgical staplers, tyndallers, drills, saws and an ultrasound tissue disruptor. Dexter stood over Gordons head and took a blood sample with the help of his trusty scalpel. He cut a perfect wound... about an inch long and let some of the blood drip on the glass slide. Dexter admired his trophy for a second and reached for the mechanical bone saw. "Bye-bye Gor..."
"Let me do it, Dex!" Dee-Dee stared into the boy's eyes and tried her hardest to look like a wounded puppy. "Pwease, Dextew... You always get to do it."
"That's because I know what I'm doing, Dee-Dee." Although he tried to remain cold and calculative, there was no escape from the girl's puppy-sight.
"Fine, Dee-Dee! Be careful now. Don't make a mess!"
The girl in the pink dress skipped to the young man, grabbed the bone saw and sliced into Gordon Cartwright's thick neck, while smiling widely. Dexter released an arrogant chuckle and walked out of his dormitory located on the far side of the campus in the abandoned dormitory house. He took a deep breath and listened to the faint sound of the saw working from the basement... What a dark and dreamy night.
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