“Let me do this.”
“Can you fix it?”
“Yea, I
remember what you showed me last time.”
“Really?”
“Maybe.”
“Move
over.”
“No, I got this.”
“Really? Because you
shouldn't cross the wire in your hand with-”
Too late.
Sparks jumped from the circuit box and Axtus' fur fluffed like a
bushy squirrel tail as the sparks jumped through his fur in a
souped-up static frenzy. He wheezed and coughed, looking at the
graying white tiger beside him. “Da---a---umn.”
Seneca
shook her head. “No more circuit boards for you.”
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