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"What the hell is that 'electricity' shite ya got goin' on 'round 'ere Carter?" Caleb approached the doctor, walking slightly hunched over while he had his redeemer slung over his shoulder, a look that mixed curiosity and confusion sat in his face
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Herman looked over at the sound of Caleb’s voice, he had been cleaning off some blood from the electric chairs. The room was just filled with noises, from high volts of stray electricity cracking in the air, to those weird distorted voices coming from above. Tossing the bloody rag over his shoulder, Herman’s voice finally reaching Caleb’s mind,
“[Well isn’t this a surprise! Welcome to Léry’s Memorial Institute Mr. Quinn, please watch your step.. don’t want to get electrocuted, do we?]” He laughed a bit. “[Now... about your question, electricity is how almost everything operates around here. And that includes me.]”
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