Bishop continued helping Dragon shake the young morph girl, getting frustrated at the lack of results. "Ugh, this isn't working! She's going to die in there!"<br/><br/><br/>"Just cut her open." Freya said coldly. "We get the nurse back right away, and we can revive the hungry one later."<br/><br/><br/>"I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>don't like that option, Freya." Bishop winced.<br/><br/><br/>"Don't mind Freya, she's just jealous that Carrie got to eat and she didn't." Isaac quipped.<br/><br/><br/>"I swear to<span style="font-style: italic"> Arceus</span>, Isaac, if you don't shut your freaking mouth...!"<br/><br/><br/>"Save it for the bedroom, you two. Haw!" Prometheus chimed in.<br/><br/><br/>At Dragon's new suggestion, Bishop looked at him increduously. "You want someone to stick their hand in? Is that a serious suggestion!?" he exclaimed, staring at the saliva covered heels with wide eyes.<br/><br/><br/>"You are such a<span style="font-style: italic">pansy</span>, boss." Freya groaned, walking over. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'll</span>do it."<br/><br/><br/>"Don't let her near Carrie. She really will cut her open."<br/><br/><br/>"Alright, that's it!" Freya yelled, as she prepped her claws and pounced at Isaac, though she was foiled as Prometheus stepped in front of her, causing her to bounce off.<br/><br/><br/>"I'm serious, you two. Quit joking around." Prometheus said. "That girl that walked in is the only one with a free hand right now. Could you go ahead and free our lovely nurse, little missy?" the Magmortar morph asked the female trainer.