045. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Time to cut the joke short. Anyone with the obnoxious, laughing affliction, there's good news. You haven't been eating people or tainted meat. It isn't kuru. As a little birdie may have told you, it's from an inhaled toxic substance. Lucky you!

Anyway, if you can shut up and stay still long enough, I'll give you an injection and we can all laugh about this later.

No suckers, no stickers.That's just how I roll.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Okay, Funny Guy. Get your keister over here.

Save the drink for later.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Nah, I-- Pfft. Got it in my hand, Joe.

[hardyhar] Gimmeaminute.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It won't do you any good unless you do something about it. You know? Liiike, oh I don't know take it. Call me crazy.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Heh. 'Kay. You're crazy.

[fiercer bout of laughter, probably a bit overdrawn, breathing struggles, etc.] Startin' to.. Hurt. Fuckin' Christ... A-alright! Fuck...

[Give it a moment, and... Chug, chug, choke, chug, giggle.]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Listen, Judd Clampett, you're giggles aren't going to go away on their own. Budwiser isn't going to help.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. Lemme'-- [new usual interruption] Find th'fuckin' off-- Office.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I've got a bum leg and I'm faster than you. Move it.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Shut the-- Shh. I'm comin', I'm comin'.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

About time.