Go for the limbs

1. Animal; Ferret 2. Color; Blue 3. Month; October 4. Song;  Skillet - Monster 5. Number; 9 6. Day or Night; Night 7. Plant; Ephedra 8. Smell; Machine oil and burnt plastic 9. Gemstone; Corundum (Not exactly a gem BUT) 10. Season; Fall 11. Place; Outer space or narrow space 12. Food; Soup 13. Astrological Sign; Capricorn 14. Element(s); Wind 15. Drink; Coffee

   ”Preferably today!”

He was this close to punch the damned thing when he heard Booker calling from behing his back. "Today sounds fantastic!" He screamed over the repetetive sound of shoots, giving in to anger and dealing what he would've defined later as the 'Healing Punch'- A nice right hook right into the machine's bowels that miraculously managed to start it. "I am Miracle Man, that's who I am today-!"

"Never knowing what’s around the corner, never knowing which trusted face will turn on you next. The best of all, having to choose between loved ones to save and forever feeling like you let them down. Yeah, I know the feeling all too well."

"Y'know, it's almost like hearing myself talk and that is kind of unsettling. Or rather, it would be if I weren't me, considering that I've seen and heard stranger things. Were you on a space station called Ishimura? Or were you part of the C.E.C.?"

"...Ah. Stitch. My name is Isaac." Was he really talking to that odd sort of animal? Yes, he was. And he has just given himself a brand new award concerning his growing lack of mental stability: the engineer now talked to animals as well, not only to unsettling illusions that whispered to him- It was progress, wasn't it? "Where...Are we, exactly?" Trying wouldn't hurt, would it? Not to mention that Stitch didn't look really...Dangerous.

       ’oh, ah… hi…’ 

Well, wow. There weren't many words to describe what the engineer felt at the moment, but the most fitting ones would be along the line of 'stupor', 'what the hell' and 'I must've hit my head during the fall': not only had crashed on what looked like a tropical island (he had no luck when it came to those, his suit was all but suited.), but he had also encountered a...A...A what? A speaking what. "Uh...Hi there?" Isaac crouched down, not feeling safe enough to put make his helmet fold down, but still staring at the creature.

"Likewise, though a drink will hardly make the ghosts of the past vanish."

"But it can make you feel immortal for a short period of time and that is all I need to go on at least a day- Only to re-start the nightmare as soon as I open my eyes. Can't say I like that part."

"Preaching to the choir on the one, friend."

"Well, ain't it nice to find a fellow traumatized soul. If we were in abar, I'd sure as hell offer you a drink, buddy."