The Brain Dead Specimen by Xoka Moon Daimon
Before the sardine drider could answer, mantis entered the room. “well how is our specimen doing?” he asked, snapping on a latex mit over his limbs. “oh uhm, vitals look good, i think…” seraphym said.
Before the sardine drider could answer, mantis entered the room. “well how is our specimen doing?” he asked, snapping on a latex mit over his limbs. “oh uhm, vitals look good, i think…” seraphym said.