037. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Day of the Dead XI now playing in your closest window. Emmett, do we have any popcorn?

For those of us who are insane and not sexually active and need to venture out onset, bring a flame thrower or hockey stick.  Make it a flame thrower. It's better to watch and more sanitary.

Speaking of sanitary, wash your hands and turn your head when you cough, especially around this guy. If you've been just the gosh-golly do-gooders Allison Cameron that you all pride yourself on being and gave him a big bear hug of a hello--congratulations, you're infected. Come see me, just not now. Zombie bite and possible malignant scarlet fever...badass combo. ...I wonder if that would be treatable.

EDIT: Julia. I have your medication. See me after the show.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

For all of your conflagration needs.

[one-of-heaven.livejournal.com]

It's not yet occurred to you that you'd be perfectly incapable of handling those things in direct interaction, has it.

My dear, word of the day: you're helpless.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

In the real world, not the sprinkle covered cupcake you come from, there's no zombie invasion outside of a late night show.

[one-of-heaven.livejournal.com]

Is this to mean that this is also not the real world?

My, such a horrid dream for you, then. Do consult the Corinthian for potential compensation.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

No. This isn't the real world. Nothing's this happy or simple or so stupid.

It's not a dream either. You can read. I'm in a coma.

[one-of-heaven.livejournal.com]

Cretin. You can't realize you're not reading during a dream. That's a posteriori interpreta - ...why am I wasting my time.

If comatose, do die.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Are you saying a person can't realize in dreams?

Working on it. I'm preoccupied. I've got a terminal case of living.