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| "Huh, sounds nifty." Well, that was good to know, but if any more alligators were chomping on his leg, he didn't think he would have enough time to press a button.
"As far as attatching goes, you just do this." he took out the port and leaned the part of the leg it would attatch to close so both could view.
Charles smiled as he quickly pointed out what plugged in where, and at what angle it went in. "And that's the easy stuff I can do with my eyes closed. It's not the leg itself that I need attatched, I can do that sleeping. It's the port that it connects to that's the problem." he shivered a little. Out for the procedure or not, the thought of that hunk of metal grafted to his skin and live tissue always gave him the willies.
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