THICKE AND EDGELOW 11: A Lack of Originality

“Do you expect me to talk?” scoffed Evan Edgelow.

“No, Mr. Edgelow,” said Dr. Maisoui, “I expect you to shout.” He pressed a button. The laser-light machine was very loud.

Edgelow only smirked as Timothy Thicke crept up behind the doctor, hit him with a potted plant, and shrugged modestly.

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