Unacceptable, Part 16

In this week's Unacceptable, the continuity continues!

“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable!” I yelled at Dr. Valrus. For the most part, I was just trying to put on a good show, but circumstances put a little emotion in my voice. One of the TUSK agents attempting to restrain me had gotten a hand in my jacket pocket and held on for dear life. I guess he really didn’t want to fall into that vat of Compound VV. And then the stitching tore and he fell to his death.

It wasn’t until I’d kicked him loose and climbed back over the railing on to the catwalk that I saw how badly he’d torn my pocket, so you can understand how I’d be upset. Anytime field work requires black-tie attire, I end up paying for the wardrobe with my own money. The quartermaster is supposed to reinforce any garments they tailor for work related purposes, and yet here we are.

Has it all been leading up to this? Who, or what, is the inscrutable Dr. Valrus? What is compound double V? Who's going to pay for that jacket? Find out at once!

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