Dexter actually laughed, "I'm terribly sorry, I'm new at this."
The truth was, Dexter's "perfect" arrangement was all that it was, and his work was almost finished. There was only one more step before the real fun began.
From his pocket, Dexter pulled a clean glass slide. His other gloved hand reached for the scalpel on the cart beside him.
The first slide for his new collection. His first trophy.
He made a small incision just below Stan's right eye, then placed the scalpel back on the cart, picking a clean syringe up in it's place. He used it to extract a tiny bit of blood, then pushed a drop out onto the slide in his other hand.
"I suppose you know why you're here," Dexter said, covering the slide and putting it in a ziplock bag for safe-keeping. "You've confessed enough, don't you think?"
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The truth was, Dexter's "perfect" arrangement was all that it was, and his work was almost finished. There was only one more step before the real fun began.
From his pocket, Dexter pulled a clean glass slide. His other gloved hand reached for the scalpel on the cart beside him.
The first slide for his new collection. His first trophy.
He made a small incision just below Stan's right eye, then placed the scalpel back on the cart, picking a clean syringe up in it's place. He used it to extract a tiny bit of blood, then pushed a drop out onto the slide in his other hand.
"I suppose you know why you're here," Dexter said, covering the slide and putting it in a ziplock bag for safe-keeping. "You've confessed enough, don't you think?"