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Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
Daphne summons Demon Cam
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"I mean, it's five minutes by car, not five minutes on foot. You might want to wait a couple more minutes."
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"I mean when we're closer. I don't really want to try giving the cops a statement in my current array of limbs."
"Then sure. How long should whatever you knocked him out with last?"
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"I've been giving him small booster doses. After I stop, maybe ten to twenty minutes."
"Okay. I'm half tempted to whack him on the back of the head anyway--gentler than I would if I were actually trying to knock him out, but enough to give a corroborating bruise."
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"It wouldn't hold up to close examination, but I can add some blood below his skin in a bruise pattern. Less risk of brain damage."
"I could also whack him in the jaw. You can knock someone unconscious by punching them in the jaw, too, and that's much less likely to cause brain damage."
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"If you don't think you can pull off having had a hypodermic on you, I guess."
"Then I would need to explain why I had a hypodermic of knockout drugs on me, and I would explain that it was because this shit keeps happening to me, and they would want to know where I got it, which would be harder to explain."
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"I mean, they do know shit keeps happening to you, you mentioned, but yeah. You could say he had it?"
"I doubt amnestics will insert memories as well as remove them, and if he acts confused rather than indignant when they ask him about it they are liable to believe he didn't have it."
"Unfortunately enough, I have practice at this."
She stops the car, close enough to the police station for it to be convenient but not close enough to be visible, gets out, opens the back door, carefully assesses the unconscious guy, and carefully plants a blow on his jaw.
She stops the car, close enough to the police station for it to be convenient but not close enough to be visible, gets out, opens the back door, carefully assesses the unconscious guy, and carefully plants a blow on his jaw.
"Someone's going to notice that," Daphne informs him gleefully. "But no one's going to guess correctly where it came from."
"We're close enough to the police station that I assume the answer is cops."
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"Ha. Well, let's hope they don't notice while you're talking to them."
"Even if they do, 'random acts of topiary' isn't the kind of trouble I'm infamous for."
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"Maybe I'll turn it into a hippopotamus before we clear out altogether."
Giggle.
"Alright, I'll come pick you up again when I'm done talking to the police, okay?"
"Alright, I'll come pick you up again when I'm done talking to the police, okay?"
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"Sure. I'll read up on malaria et al." He hides in his bush and reads.
Daphne goes in and reports her latest misadventure. The miscreant, when he wakes up, has no apparent memory of how he fell unconscious, or for that matter much of anything after he finished tying Daphne to the table.
After all this has been dealt with and Daphne has been warned to be available to testify in court, she drives back to the shrubbery.
"He doesn't remember you, conveniently enough," she reports.
After all this has been dealt with and Daphne has been warned to be available to testify in court, she drives back to the shrubbery.
"He doesn't remember you, conveniently enough," she reports.
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"Good, good. This will be a little awkward when I do want to go home, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it." He emerges from the bush. He refrains from topiarying the bush and gets back in the car.