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"Mrs. Baxter, so good of you to see me today. I thought this room would be perfect for our little talk,"

"No, I didn't want to do it in my office. This sort of conversation required a bit more privacy than my office."

"So, I am aware that you know what happened to Mrs. Cartwright. You must also be aware that about nine-tenths of her is standing in front of you. This is her skirtsuit, her heels, her pantyhose, everything."

"I even heard you figured how that her head is being used for an experiment. That is true. She is alive still, but I'm not sure if you would call it a life."

"My body? Oh, it was discarded. No need for it anymore, I already had her body below my neck. Why would we need a headless body?"

"I see you don't have an answer to that, only an accusation that we didn't need to do any of this. I supposed that's fair. Though, also to be fair, it is a poor idea to accuse in your situation."

"So, here's my proposal. You can either take the bribe and a promotion and never say a word about this or how I got this body, or one of my other colleagues can have his head grafted onto your body. I know just the one. I think he'd... I'm getting off-subject. As for your head, well let's just say we don't need another head for our research. I think you can figure out the rest."

"Oh? Assurances? I assure you we wouldn't be paying this much out if we were just going to get rid of you afterward. And I assure you that if you don't take the deal your head will not live to see whose head will be on the rest of you!"