Finishing leftover left by his wife, Phom watched some videos on his phone while waiting for his next client to walk in. His mood was quite jovial, when he heard the bells of his door rang he was more than ready to welcome them though this mood quickly crashed then when ''she'' showed up.




Standing out like a sore thumb, the vulgar and unpredictable android stared at the Kyn with a wide grin. Not wanting to deal with them he quickly looked around the room for an excuse to push her away, this is where he noticed the gun he placed near his phone. Pushing his wheeled office chair to the desk he grabbed the weapon and tossed it at the android who looked at it clueless.




'' Cute but you know guns aren't my style right?'' she asked '' Not fer you, git yer merc ass out there and deliver it to da new owner'' Phom replied. She inspected the weapon even though she knew nothing of firearms '' Who'se the lucky killer, angry nevrean? Racist Kyn or perhaps a kid who wants to rob his favorite candy stores?'' she asked in a mocking tone.





'' Find a purple gal named Neeva, she's a rat thang... Scavs or whatevs. Got paid by another scavs fer it, just fecking go please'' he begged, though the android gleefully pulled her head against his and pressed the gun to hers. '' fer fuck sake Yan can you not get touchy with me, told ya i don't want yer crazy scientist ai ass near me'' he asked annoyed, but all he heard as reply is her readying the gun to be fired.



'' You finally lost it haven't ya fatty? Giving guns to rats on the streets, tell me if i pull the trigger you thing the bullet will reach your squishy mind?'' Phom tensed up afraid of her intention '' C.....come on now Yan .... stop fecking this now! Please i got a wife... please'' he pleaded, she did not react for a few second enjoying the build up tension.




Closing his eyes, he readied himself to meet his makers, he out of nowhere he felt her beak pressed against his cheek making a loud audible smooching noise. Yan pulled the gun away and finally gave Phom some personal spaces '' You are so gullible fatty hahaha! Sure i'll give that gun to a rat, want to see if she'll start a killing spree for some tasty canned fish haha!''.




Phom stood still afraid of making any reaction that would incentivize Yan to keep being around, she waved him farewell and began happily skipping outside. With shaky hands, Phom quickly grabbed himself a cigar and light it to calm his borderline panic attack, questioning if he shouldn't just buy tickets off this planet as soon as possible.

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