Continued from "Super Sick" and "Is This the End for Lead Man?!"
Antony Chumbo grimaced as light from a newly opened shade poured into his eyes unannounced by a stranger.
"It's two in the afternoon," the stranger said, "Little late for a hangover."
"It's not what you think," Antony groaned.
"Oh, it is what I think," the stranger kicked the metal boot clamped to Chumbo's left leg. "Funny thing, the lead suit that keeps you alive is also slowly killing you. Who'd have thought?"
"How did you—?"
"It's my job to know. You should get that foot looked at."
"I have," Chumbo sighed, "Nothing works. I tried everything."
The stranger grinned. "Not everything."
More adventures of the Impregnable Lead Man
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