Doc Appointment #2

[doc_furcoat]

[He's doing a little better now, has a pack of cigarettes on him. Had the 'wife' go get them on her trip to the grocery store... she did ask him what he needed after all. After experimenting a little, making a mess and watching the drone wife fix it up almost immediately... without any real reaction to it, he got bored. Bored Worth is not good.]Y'

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[weaponsparked]

... Stubble?

[doc_furcoat]

Ya. Stubble. The rough hair ya grow on yer stupid mug if ya don't take a razor to it.

Ya grow up in a damn cave?

[weaponsparked]

... I never had hair until recently.

No. Cyberton.

[doc_furcoat]

... what.

[weaponsparked]

... What?

[doc_furcoat]

Ya heard me.

What nonsense ya sputterin'?

[weaponsparked]

You asked if I grew up in a cave. I said no. I grew up on Cyberton.

[doc_furcoat]

And where the hell is that? Ain't on Earth.

[And he means this as pure sarcasm.]

[weaponsparked]

No, it's not. It's another planet entirely. How good of you to realize it.

[doc_furcoat]

Yer jokes need a bit more work, buddy.

[weaponsparked]

It wasn't a joke!

[doc_furcoat]

Sure it wasn't. My believe o' meter is havin' a hard time getting up there, keeps pointin' to BULLSHIT.

[weaponsparked]

... Fine, you know what? Whatever you want. You humans are all alike.

[doc_furcoat]

Now that's jus' usin' a blanket statement about us, mister alien.

Not very nice of ya.

[weaponsparked]

It's not my function to be nice.

[doc_furcoat]

... ya know, yer not so bad after all.