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

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

Superman! Where's your cape?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Dry cleaners. I keep forgetting.

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

I hope it's velvet. Silk?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Silk? What is this? Las Vegas?

1/2

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

DON'T EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING!

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

...Unless superheroes come from Las Vegas!

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

No. I don't come from Las Vegas.

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

Where do you come from, oh mighty Superman?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The planet New Jersey, only after escaping with my tremendous powers from the explosion that killed off my kind.

[ourdenouement.livejournal.com]

New Jersey and injections, huh.


Some kinda drug addict?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Who? Me?

No. I would never touch the stuff.