Brothers through thick and thin.
All along the way, Palmer kept muttering in my ear.
His enthusiasm was over-the-top, as if he were conducting some sort of hypnotic experiment, trying to embed the notion that "Palmer is a good brother" deep into my mind.
"Let me tell you, the Field Operations Department is really not a place where humans can stay."
Palmer rambled on, while Bologue glanced sideways at him with a slightly peculiar expression.
With his constant emphasis, Bologue couldn't help but feel the term "good brother" had become somewhat distorted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why.
"Ah... I suddenly want to go home, but once I go back, those old fogeys will start nagging me. If I don't go home, then I have to work here."
Palmer had a serious aversion to work.
"Speaking of which, won't you get fired for being so negatively inactive at work?" Bologue asked.
"No, negative inactivity at work has to be managed with the right 'degree.'"
"Like?"
