without you, mankind handkinds through the blues
"Taion, c'mere. I need your help with something."
"Hm? You've a project for me?"
Taion loves projects - practically drools over them the way Lanz drools over a good scrap. Based on the description the doc had given him, this is a perfect "project" for them both.
"Sort of." No getting self-conscious about it now. "You know those things guys have?"
Suddenly, Taion's rooted to the spot.
"W-what about them?"
"Well, I haven't got one, and-"
Firmly: "Neither have I."
Oh. Well. Ah...
"Never mind, then."
But Taion's minding, and it's making Lanz antsy.
"Or, uh. You wanna try it anyway?"