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Kurt tried to ignore the commotion from the kitchen, but couldn't hide a chuckle from the cleaning boy. “Hey, Windex, it's alright,” he said, arm still over his eyes. “I've lived on the streets my whole life; I can handle a little bit of grime and dirt.” He removed his arm to show tired eyes. Man, robots were his worst enemy now. He couldn't deal with the mechanical little bastards.

Then, he sniffed at the smell. Someone was making something, besides food… Slowly, he sat up, turning to the two men now sitting in the lounge. “Is one of you making tea?” he asked curiously, wincing only a little at the stiffness of his bones and the pain from his wounds. He couldn't have tea, sadly; it would make him sick, possibly dehydrated, and he was already in bad shape. So he muttered something to himself, laying back on the couch to finally get some sleep.

That was, until the question ruined his motive to sleep. He opened his eyes and there it was; a condom. Near his face. Jumping to an upright position, he looked at the boy. Then, he silently repeated the question to himself. ‘Shark boy, what are these used for?’ Heat rose to his face, and he turned his gaze to Windex and Kaze, silently pleading for help. He ran a hand through his hair, before sighing. “Oh, boy…” The shark-man had never, ‘gotten laid,’ before, so to speak; who would want to do [i]that[/i] with a shark? No one he knew, that's for sure. “O-Okay, buddy… I can see you've never had that talk before… Well, when a man and a woman want to be closer to each other, they do this thing…”

Mid-way through his explanation, he fell back on the couch. “God, I am not getting paid at all for this…” He covered his eyes with his arm once again, mainly trying to hide his blush. “Windex, explain it to him for me.”