Really, really not that bad. Not one of those almost emergency situations with a near death experience and blood spurting. Just a flesh wound. In my leg.
I'm not trying to get out of more work, believe me. I'm pretty sure it's the only thing keeping me sane around here -- you know, having something to do. I just... wanted to apologize for not being there in the first place. When all the comm's weren't working.
That's certainly the idea. It'd been done once, sometimes twice already, but another review will make sure everything's ship shape before we put it away for good.
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Not gonna get you out of work, though.
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I could give you work to do up there till the elevators are working--that sound like a possibility?
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[ And so Nathan delivers an update of all the jumbled and confused messages that occurred over the last two weeks. ]
I need a second impression of all of these. If they line up with the originals, we'll archive them and put them away.
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Need any attempts at translation?
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[ over and out, bossman. ]