[You know what's horrifying? Holograms. You know what's even worse? Being Ian during them. So when you hear the horrified shrieks in the plaza, it's probably just Ian being carried by a group of lumberjacks toward a GIANT WHIRRING WOODCHIPPER. Suffice to say, Mr. Kolansky is flailing above their heads in complete terror.]

PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!

I'M DELICATE!!

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[Voice]



D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...

Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?

[huff.]

Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...

[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]