Motherfucking Metrics

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“She really doesn’t.”  Said Gem.  “Don’t worry, we can teach you.  Why when Qualm first…  Oh shit.”
“What?”
“We let Qualm out of our sight again, didn’t we?”  Said Swift.  “Fuck.”
“How long do you think it’s been?”
“Twenty six minutes.”  Bacon said.
“Twenty six minutes?  What in God’s name were we thinking?”
“Gem, language.  We’re in hell.”
“Someone explain to me what’s going on?”  Bacon pleaded.
“No time.  We have to find Qualm.  Chri-  erm, Crimson… fucking something…  There’s no telling where he’s gotten.”
“Or who’s gotten him.”  Said Swift.  “Come on, sweetness.”
And off they fucking went, weapons already in hand.  Bacon shrugged and followed.  She manifested the freezer array for good measure.