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Voluntary or not, Vash was finding out his current task was torture. Vash's legs and stomach itched and had started to tremble trying to keep still. Keeping his head and neck pressed down into the cold mechanical confines of the devilish device was hard but it was better than the alternative. The heavy set man forced himself to stillness at the cringe inducing memory. Vash was set to do anything to prevent that slimy, cold, and oh so alien slime from dropping down his neck and spine. "I can do this" Vash said under his breath as he once again settled deeper into the confining seat and device. He couldn't stop the shiver that went through him at the cold lick of ooze on his ear. "How do women do this?" Vash squirmed in the seat. It was not that it was uncomfortable, or that it was so alien to him, but the damn lights were so bright Vash found that his eyes kept closing of their own occord. The strange thing was that with his eyes closed Vash found that no matter how uncomfortable he was, that he actually had to fight falling asleep.