Chapter 3Dash was able to find what he needed to repair most of the damage the kids had done at Chandler’s place. He managed to fashion his arm back into its socket using a combination of a broken can opener’s gears and several old scrap pieces of pots and pans that were not safe to cook anything in anymore.
“I’m sort of surprised, though,” Dash commented, still having yet to fix the gash in his face.
“About what?”
“Your place. It’s a little rustic, no?” Dash gestured to Chandler’s one-bedroom apartment, consisting of second-hand furniture he never bothered to replace after college, old appliances that weren’t integrated into one holistic computer system like most people’s now were, and far more paper products than machine ones.
“Oh. Well. It’s not by choice,” Chandler said. “I mean, I
