[vicious Violence]

Victor is tired from a whole day of working at the clinic. Treating people for dog bites, being bites, even android bites. He sits on the table in the corner of the club, not conscious of the thought process that brought him here. He has ordered a double shot of caf, and is taking slow sips, each taste bitter than the last. This is fine and expected. His mechanical parts are limiting the pain receptors, working double time with the caf moving through his veins.

He notices an ewok dancing with some small animal in the center of the floor. He likes ewoks, they heal fast.

"Heh, ewoks" is his only remark.