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?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

So I really got an etch-a-sketch.

I'll stop talking about it. That's motivational right?

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[dr_conscience]

Not a bad way of putting it, as long as you don't plan to shake the patient violently.

It's better, actually, yeah.


[ooc: omg it's a Christmas miracle! :D]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

What's the point of being here? A drive to insanity?

So long as it works.

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[dr_conscience]

Or free entertainment for some unknown entities with a superiority complex. In practice, it's about the same thing.

Well, that remains to be seen.


[ooc: Wilson grumbles... and then probably does. And I apologize for life abducting me. Again.

...and happy new year ^^;;;]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I make it more fun.

Still? I must be doing something wrong.

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[dr_conscience]

Well, your superiority complex is, surprisingly, much less infuriating.

I told you I'll work on it. That's all I can do right now.