Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180205054412/@comment-27344811-20180208164153

682 does a predator-like grin. "I thought you would never ask."

682 rips a chunk of itself out, creating a cavity in his side. Before said side can heal it quickly puts 079 inside, and the regenerating flesh moves around SCP-079. Hurts, but it will work.

And skiddadle skiddoodle, off it goes. -- The Engineer produces a syringe from the mini Dispenser. "Oainkillers. Won't exactky heal that stump of yours, but it'll stop the pain."

He wraps the stump in some bandages. "Like me and my ol' Scout troop; always be prepared."