Maybe longer infection means they'll be sloppier. [Or they are just desperate for death oocly, who knows.] I don't have any suspicious bruises, by the by.

[The music idles on behind their weekly conversation. They follow the same beats as all the last and Bowie underpins it with a hollow melancholy.

For years and years, I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here
We must have died alone
A long, long time ago...

For once it brings him no peace. Richie grimaces and lifts the needle, regarding the spinning disc with an undefined frustration.]

...You ever realize how cheap the things that feed you are, midway through a bite?

[Sorry, Starman. This ain't the time or place it seems. He'll make it up to you someday.]