Steve and Ned were born to nervous rivalry but somehow managed to endure like two crimson peas, vibrating...pitched highly, and in two distinct pods, far apart. It may have been Steve's Tichlorne Blood Replica Hand - "The Perfectly Blurred Light Hand", as it had been marketed. The T.B.R.H. had always given him an unfair advantage - or so thought Ned. It seemed Steve could absorb the pangs of voluntary suffocation when the pair played games under water or earth. Ned dominated merely in rope-skinning and chemical senses. Ned presumed to lose the rivalry in between university lectures and the fertilization of marine life. "I could squish squid," Steve said of his hand. "But you have no chemicals nor ropes," Ned eagerly produced, "and squid don't breath!" That wasn't a victory or a rescue - it infuriated Steve. The T.B.R.H. was under warranty forever. Steve's heart, in bitterness, began to sing the song of no chemicals. Years later, both died...not the Hand.
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