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Ep.2 β€œMense de tapos”

Ep.2 β€œMonth of pogs”

Lo ia es un note como cualce otra. Un martedi. Dotor Amanda Hartley ia fini alga labora con documentos a sua ofisia dotoral.

It was a night like any other. A Tuesday. Doctor Amanda Hartley was finishing up some paperwork at her doctor office.

- Oce. Lo es fada, - Dotor Hartley ia dise e ia pone sua documentos a un portapaper grande. - Alora me pote vade a casa, do lo es secur, no como asi, a mea ofisia, do on ave siringas e coteles e tal cosas car me es un dotor.

- There. All done, - said Doctor Hartley putting her paperwork in a big binder. - Now I can go home where it’s safe unlike here at my office where there are needles and knives and stuff because I’m a doctor.

El ia asconde la portapaper a un pox jigante en sua jacon de laboreria e ia sorti de la ofisia no disturbante se per clui o clavi la porte pos se.

She tucked the binder into a huge pocket in her lab coat and walked out the office door not even bothering to close or lock it behind her.

- Alo, - un vose de la ombra ia dise.

- Hey, - came a voice from the shadows.

- Cual tu vole? - Dotor Hartley ia dise completa nonconsensa de la teror e teme cual el ia es a punto de esperia.

- What is it? - said Doctor Hartley completely unaware of the terror and fright she was about to experience.

- Tu ia oblida clui e clavi la porte de tua ofisia, - la vose ia dise.

- You forgot to shut and lock your office door, - said the voice.

- O, - Dotor Hartley ia dise, - me no es vera Dotor Hartley. Tu vide, me es un demon e me ia fura sua pel.

- Oh, - said Doctor Hartley. - I’m not really Doctor Hartley. You see, I’m a demon and I stole her skin.

- Aha! - la vose ia dise e a pos ia emerji de la ombra. Lo ia es un Dotor Hartley despelida. - Me ia sabe ce tu ia fura mea pel e ance mea vive! - el ia dise indicante la furor de peles.

- Aha! - said the voice and then they emerged from the shadows. It was a skinless Doctor Hartley. - I knew you stole my skin and also my life! - she said pointing at the skin thief.

- Si. Tu ia catura me, - la furor de peles ia dise e alora el ia desapone la pel e ia redona lo.

- Yeah. You got me, - said the skin thief and then they took off the skin and gave it back.

- Me no sabe como reapone lo, - Dotor Hartley ia dise.

- I don’t know how to put this back on, - said Doctor Hartley.

- No regarda me, - la furor de peles ia dise. - Tu es la dotor.

- Don’t look at me, - said the skin thief. - You’re the doctor.

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