088. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Santa brought me a case. Yippee. The old dude neglected to give me a means. I'm not waiting til next year. That wasn't what was on my list either. Better than socks. I figure that's coming out even.

I'm not the fuzz. I'll leave the policing to the police. I want to see your guts. More specifically, was there anything medically significant about the body(ies). Humor me. Tis the season. You got a scare. You get someone else to comfort you. The yucky organs are taken off of your hands.

In other news, snow sucks. So does public transit. It sure would be great to have an alternative, swift means of transportation. Who's got a motorcycle?

Comments

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I've offered to help them out with pathology.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

How much help are we talking? There are better ways to get the desire to play cops and robbers out of your system.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I'm not getting anything out of my system. I just said I'd look at any human remains for them, rather than leaving it to some spotty kid with the centrefold pull-out from Anatomy 101.