071. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

If you still have the Black Ick, quit your belly aching and make a pathetic distress call. There's a happy ending. There's no "i" in team. With our powers combined we summoned Captain Planet. The day is saved. Is this a victory? I'm going to say no. Why? This wasn't a solution. Abstract problem solving, that's for sure. I'm not happy with it. I'm sure that's not going to stop everyone else involved from brushing their shoulders off. "Good hustle" comments and ass tapping.

For future curses, I suggest that Neilson have a bell or ribbon or something. Or you can, Wilson. That seems more your style.

Pizza is for breakfast, lunch and dinner. This is living.

Comments

[dr_conscience]

I... don't think so. But even if we were, I don't think we'd answer the same way if you asked for, say, a name.

The victims are better. However it was accomplished, that actually was the end goal for most of us. I can't say I'm quite satisfied with the solution, either, but... they are better.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That's very selfish of you. I'd think you'd be leaping to assert your identity.

A few days from now will you still feel better repeating "they're better" and feel so much better about the ordeal?

[dr_conscience]

I'm sorry, you're right. Perhaps I should look into a facial tattoo?

Well, it's not doing much good now, so I doubt it.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Like Tyson.

Nice try. There should be more strip joints in these parts.

[dr_conscience]

Well, it would certainly help with your concerns. Perhaps a few piercings would help, too, don't you think? I just want to make sure this is as easy as possible for you.

It is sort of surprising that there aren't, actually.