"well then we are both out of luck, shame, we could have had matching cells" he did not smile that time

Samuel would have shrugged but he was unable to. He settled with a smile. "Doubt it, they would send me some place that doesn't need sane engineers. You would get a nice white cell."

he hmm'd but said nothing going back instead to his book

(oh my lordy i just saw my first item!!)

(Your first item?)

Samuel did not like that the other was ignoring him, but instead of saying so asked, "Wha so interesting about that book? Does it give you tips on how to handle the person you aren't allowed to kill?"

"it might, do you really want to know or are you just asking?" he smiled again

"It might be slightly interest to me." Samuel says, he is slightly interested if there actually is anything in there.

he listed his eyes from the book "pick a mental illness"

"Multiple personality disorder or MPD." Samuel said immediately, it was a subject of interest to him. "Unless your book doesn't have it."

he flipped through the book "dissociative identity disorder. not listed as a disorder caused by physical impairment, try again"

"One caused by physical impairment?" Samuel asked, "Of course not, no real psychological prooblem is caused by that." Samuel knew that people moved on after injury or they simply were not worth anyones time of day. "Even if they where who would care?"

"i beg to differ, what about lobotomies? and surly someone cares several ld men got together and made a book that all of maybe three people have read"

Samuel quirked his eyebrow, "Three people out of several billion. My point remains consise, no one cares."

he bowed his head "fair enough"

Samuel shifted as much a he was able and managed not to look sheepish, "Erm... could you temporarily releae me to make use of the facilities?"

he made a face but got up "if you run again our next potty break will be tomorrow" he went over and picking up the scissors cut the ties. "though when we get back i am re-wrapping you"

The first thing Sameul did one he had use of his hands back was to rub the wrists and romove the gauze. He gave it a disdainful look but said, "If you really want to." And deposited the tangled gauze on Leslie's arm.