Esape

The lead grunt glanced around the room glaringly. The light from the
ceiling lights reflected nicely around the shiny acid burns covering
much of his (mostly redundant) forehead.
Smith tried to make himself look small by burrowing into the chair.
This didn't work.
"Hey! YOU WITH DA "H"!"
The grunt lunged forward, grabbing Smith by the holographic lapels.
"Oh...Um...This is slightly awkward..."
The grunt prepared to attempt the worlds first amputation on a
hologram.
Suddenly Smith fell limp.
Seconds later, his eyes snapped open in a familiar piercing gaze
totally unlike his own.
Spinning around, Alter-Smith delivered a roundhouse punch and
expertly pinned the grunt to the floor with his knee.
"WHAT THE HE-"
Smith was already gone.
*
By now Smith ahd become something of an expert at regaining control
of his facaulties, so his attention now turned to more pressing
matters. Like finding help for his, um, condition...
That Dr.Cerebrum wasn't in, so there was really only one place left
to go.
The nearest bar.
Arriving at Parrotts, the tired dead man crawled over wearily to the
bar.
"What's happening?", he asked the bartender.
"Hmm...Yer a hologram right?"
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