[He's joking. Mostly. Dean absently scratches at the augment despite the warning.]
Man, it just. Ugh. [He practically writhes in the jeebus jeebus it's giving him. He looks vaguely around and makes a face.]
Man. Use a damn microchip thing or...something. Don't shove junk up in my head and leave it sticking out. C'mon, asshats. Get your space-age crap together.
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[He's joking. Mostly. Dean absently scratches at the augment despite the warning.]
Man, it just. Ugh. [He practically writhes in the jeebus jeebus it's giving him. He looks vaguely around and makes a face.]
Man. Use a damn microchip thing or...something. Don't shove junk up in my head and leave it sticking out. C'mon, asshats. Get your space-age crap together.