Kip OMEGA

Sam

Script

Kip: There. *hands it back to Sam* See what it does now.

Sam: *flicks a switch -- the magikmixer buzzes and works happily -- he looks at it with wide eyes* You are pretty good with these new-fangled magic-machines.

Kip: It's not the way I would have built it. See, the design is what allowed stuff to get up under the blade in the first place. But... *stops and coughs* Yeah. I'm alright, I guess.

Sam: <: / *looks at Kip for a long time, then leans down and cuts Kip loose from the chair*

Kip: What are you doing?

Sam: Letting you go.

Kip: What? Why?