[There are a few moments after the material is cut from his face in which he remains still and limp on the bathroom floor; then, his head rolls to a side. It could just be an uncontrolled flop, if it weren't for the low groan that accompanies it.
His brow furrows as he opens his eyes slightly, blinking at the bathroom floor. Well, that's not good. At least not for the entity currently in control of this oncologist. The ropes are tugged slightly as it tests its bonds, then mutters angrily to itself.]
Shit.
[It may not be eloquent, but it effectively summarizes the slug's assessment of the situation.]
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His brow furrows as he opens his eyes slightly, blinking at the bathroom floor. Well, that's not good. At least not for the entity currently in control of this oncologist. The ropes are tugged slightly as it tests its bonds, then mutters angrily to itself.]
Shit.
[It may not be eloquent, but it effectively summarizes the slug's assessment of the situation.]