Chapter 87: Isolation Not Good For Health

Chapter 87: Isolation Not Good For Health

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It took so many years for Erik to finally find the good stuff. Now was the time to make Logan stronger. After all, the man was his bodyguard and when he goes to space, he will need a bodyguard that can survive the harshness there.

"Alright, where is Logan by the way? I have not seen him in days." Hector asked his son.

"I don't really know. The last time he came here was a week ago. He's probably on a date or something. You did tell him to find one, after all." Erik said, but the poor boy had no idea he just dug his grave.

Hector patted Erik's shoulders, "Son, do not waste this moment, you are young and strong. You've got one life, so go ahead and get a wife. What happened to the girl you were dating?"

"We still are,"

"When will you marry her? When she hit menopause or something. Come on, son, you can do better than that. Go ahead and ask her out for a nice dinner date and slide the ring onto her finger."

"What about you? When will you find someone?" Erik tried to turn things around.

Hector shrugged and walked away, "What about me? Son, there is no good looking woman near my age at this point. Most are already in their graves. Do you want me to bring home a granny that will die just by me breathing over her?"

Erik coughed awkwardly, "Umm... there must be someone. I hope you do find someone, I heard you are still a virgin,"

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT?"

"Logan did, he babbles a lot behind your back, most of the time it's not good stuff. You should probably find him and tell him not to. I gotta go now, classes to teach," Erik left. He was already old enough to be a father of 5 kids but he acted like a kid in front of Hector.

Meanwhile, Hector took out his pager and chatted with logan, "Where are you? Chinatown? Massage parlour? Oh... getting a happy ending, I see. Well, I need you to report back to my office. I got your little beauty nails some nice upgrades."

He could already imagine Logan grunting and making a face after reading this. Feeling triumph, he went back to teaching Jean. "Little Jean, what do you think about dating? Should I find a grandma for you?"

She grinned ear to ear, girls love to talk about such stuff, "YES! I want a grandma, just as strong and cool as you. I can already see you and her walking down the streets, looking tall and mighty, both donning cool glasses, wearing fashionable clothes. People turn around, again and again, to look at you. EEEE... so romantic and beautiful,"

"But how do you imagine a grandma? Is she old with white hair like me? If she is, then finding one is impossible. Humans don't live as long as me," he argued.

She walked to him and climbed over his back, since to his tall and muscular form, even 14-year-old Jean was like a toddler, "Well, you told me that the space is full of aliens, there must be someone old like you and still very pretty."

"Hmmm, you are right. Say, Jean, do you want to go to space with me in a few years? I will retire from my job and head out," he asked.

Jean was conflicted, "I don't know yet. Is it okay if I answer you when you are about to go?"

He tapped his finger on her nose, "Of course, little kitten. Let's go and check Moony, I wonder why he hasn't come here yet.

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Turns out, Moony had fallen asleep on his table while working in the Mayor's office. He was truly a hard-working good boy and deserved all pats and treats in the world.

"Awww... I want to cuddle with him," Jean fawned over him.

*ACHOO*

Moony sneezed all of a sudden. Hector went into panic mode in an instant and ran to him. He quickly touched his belly to check the temperature and then his eyes and mouth.

Logan wanted to smash this man's teeth, "You into this stuff?"

"No no, I am not. The last person who was this short and whose pecker I saw was Steven Grant Rogers, let's just say, the super-soldier serum worked wonders for him in more ways than planned." Erskine reminisced about the old days.

"WAIT! You're that old man. Argh... he hid it, didn't he," he realised.

But the preparations were over and Logan was thrown into the water tank. It was designed to make sure that Logan's body circulation does not allow the molten metal to move around anywhere other than his arms.

"Enjoy the week," *BEEP* Erskine pressed a button that sent sleeping gas to Logan through his mask. The whole process was not life-threatening for him, but it took time. Merely melting Adamantium was harder than making the Super Solider serum, but thankfully, Hector had provided him with an energy source that could melt it with ease.

"Mr President, when will we go to space?" He asked.

Hector recalled that his resident scientist was currently in the heat: "Just a few more years, Erskine. I'm telling you, keep it saved for the one true love. Or if you can't then I can take you to a hooker bar or something."

"Get STDs from them? No thank you, I would rather wait. I made a robotic arm for myself, and it helped me release the frustration," Erskine revealed a mechanical arm that had a silicon hand at one end. It had fully functional fingers.

"Pretty neat, what's it called?" Hector asked in amusement. He remembers seeing such arms in the Iron Man movie.

Erskine moved closer to the arm and caressed it. "Oh, I call it Clint Eastwood,"

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"You have named the robot that jerks you off Clint Eastwood? A man's name? Are you serious?" Hector could not believe this madness.

Erskine chuckled, and the arm also started to caress him, "Oh, what's in the name? Besides, this name is purely symbolic."

"What's symbolic about that?" he asked.

The robotic hand slowly reached for Erskin's throat, "Well, my Clint Eastwood is the fastest hand in the west and *KAK* It also chokes me sometimes, despite me telling it not to, naughty."

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Sweat, a lot of sweat. In Hector's life on this planet, he had never felt so uncomfortable and nervous. His forehead had beads of sweat sliding down. He knew it, he had fucked up, ~God, I broke Erskine's head by keeping him locked here alone.~

"Son, I-I think you need professional help,"

Erskine laughed and moved to the table nearby, there was something covered. He took off the cloth and revealed another arm, but instead of a hand, it had a fist with a middle finger protruding out, "I already have professional help. Meet Zorro, a master swordsman and expert in the art of stabbing."

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Hector rushed to him and bonked his fist on his head, knocking him out, "This is it, WE'RE GETTING YOU A HOOKER!"

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