[center][h1]Barlour City Hospital[/h1][/center]

Gene popped his neck back into place and rubbed at the blazing orange slit across his neck. The only thing Gene could think of was how this new tattoo would make getting a new job [i]much[/i] harder. Gene scowled and turned to look at Antonio.

"[color=goldenrod]Wow,[/color]" said Gene, "[color=goldenrod]you look like one of those old dudes who spent, like, twenty years in Florida. Are you... okay?[/color]"

Gene briefly considered touching Antonio's skin to see if it felt as hot as it looked, but decided against it. One touch might end up sloughing all that browned skin off, and the last thing Gene wanted on his plate was another man's epidermis.

Gene shook his head and tried to wipe thoughts of Antonio-skin coats out of his mind.
"[color=goldenrod]We'd best get going soon. This city ain't getting any safer, you know?[/color]"

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