>Follow That Blood Trail

Before you head out, you decide to check up on that "tissue vault," the weird greenhouse full of flesh. There was a strange trail leading to it...or from it? Chip said "Gardenia" already recovered from that...Jay incident...
FERN:

Willis? What's "Gardenia" like? She isn't gonna try to suck my brains out or something, is she?


WILLIS:

Aw, Fern, not on our layer! She's okay, but she only knows about her gardening stuff.


You nod, cranking open the door to find the weird, pink figure already standing on the other side...
GARDENIA:

HOWDY Y'ALL! Ya here 'fer a deposit or withdrawal?!


FERN:

OH! Um...neither. Gardenia, right?


GARDENIA:

In the flesh! Hyeck hyeck! That'sa joke! On account'a bein' a flesh farmer!

Sure ya don't wanna leave a lil somethin'? Yer vessel's lookin mighty fragile! We could grow a whole bushel'a spares from a couple inches'a test-tines or some cellulose; y'seem like y'have both t'spare!


FERN:

No, thanks. I just noticed this trail of blood out here, or something. I wanted to make sure everything was alright?


GARDENIA:

Aw, ain't nothin! Some varmint was diggin'round th'ganglias when I came to, but a few jabs in the ol' orbus'n it vamoosed like a yellajelly! Ain't NOTHIN' manhandles Gardenia's ganglias!

Reckon th'critter's mighty ornery if it's still kickin! You watch that purdy flesh'a yours! Purdy but squishedy!


FERN:

Right, uhhhh, thanks.


Alright...just another of those "slob" things...nothing important.





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