Doc Appointment #11 (Backdated to early evening Saturday)

[doc_furcoat]

[Worth had had a busy day, and really hadn't noticed until now that... something was a bit different about him.]

THE FUCK AM I SPARKLIN' FER?!

[He makes note of this while passing a window, making plenty of noise as he carts the phone from the kitchen out to sit just outside facing the backyard. Don't mind the tangle of long cord on the floor family

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[teutonictraitor]

[[Yo Worth, something is being eaten in your backyard. Guntram is busy trying to eat a drone kid that got too close, purposefully keeping it away from Fritz. Go catch your own, dude, this one is his. It's about halfway out of his grasp, but he's already gnawing on an arm. Delicious.]]

[doc_furcoat]

[He doesn't notice till... oh ew, dude, really? SIGH. He was talking on the phone, did you really have to chew on one of the kids while he was doing that? Thankfully not the new kid, as she wasn't a drone.]

Well there goes the neighborhood. I can hear it now. "Man feeds kid t'zombie, gets life in prison fer negligence." [And he'll watch a little longer... before thinking he probably should stop Guntram. If only because Zelda would not be happy about him letting the kid get eaten. Hard to eventually tap that if she hates him for silly things like kids being nommed on and all.]

'Ey! No chewin' on the soulless brats, doc! Not the best way t'treat yer patient. [He'll just be yoinking that drone kid away from you now, telling the stupid thing to go patch it's arm up so it doesn't get infected and all. The kid will skip away, happily going to do as told... creepy.]

Ya could a at least shared with yer buddy. Not nice t'hog. Bad zombie doc. Bad. [Worth will waggle a finger at the undead medic, continuing to speak and scold him like a dog.]

[teutonictraitor]

--hraaaaaaagh.
[[Oh my god original food you're back. This is instantly better. The second Worth shows up, he starts trying to get him again--come on, you tied him up close to Fritz. You practically owe him a taste now.]]

[doc_furcoat]

[What's this? A rolled up newspaper? BAP on the nose for you, Guntram.]

Ya gotta do a trick if ya want a treat.

[teutonictraitor]

[[...and what's left of his nose just falls off. Way to go, Worth. Damaging your pets.]]

[[Guntram just stands there and stares, confused. What was that supposed to be? That wasn't food.]]

[doc_furcoat]

[... okay he is so laughing at that.]

Pull yerself t'gether, yer right fallin' apart! [Badum tsh! ... and he'll kick that nose at Guntram... it's flesh right? He could eat that.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[Hell no he isn't eating his nose. Come on, man, that's nasty. Worth might be able to see the faintest eyeroll--either that's Guntram in there, or just decaying jitters. He groans again, straining at the rope. Are you really going to taunt him like this? Why. Why are you so cruel to zombiekind.]]

[doc_furcoat]

[Because you're a zombie.]

Well, I guess that could count as a trick. Makin' yer nose fall off ain't somethin' I see every day. [He'll wander inside the house a moment, and come out a few minutes later. He'll have a small raw chicken that was meant to be dinner some time this week... but hey, he has pet zombies now. He has to feed them eventually, right? Raw animal flesh would work just as well anyway.

Worth will just toss it at Guntram, most likely hitting him with it, before it falls to the ground at the zombie's feet.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[He'll just start tearing into it the second it hits the ground, moving surprisingly fast. He isn't a slow zombie, really, and maybe Worth should be a bit careful when handling him.]]

[[Guntram is so totally distracted by that chicken, you don't even know. There are chunks of it going everywhere.]]

[doc_furcoat]

[This is Worth you're talking about here. What is careful? But he'll stand back a bit, arms crossed over his chest, grinning. Watching the zombie tear into the already dead chicken was really something. Like a rabid dog.

Though he may be brushing bits and pieces of himself, because damn. Bits flying all over the place. He'd offer a napkin, but that would be silly. What Guntram needed was a bib.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[Who needs a bib? Ain't like he cares what's on him anymore. Guntram has gotten all the flesh off and is gnawing on the bones, cracking them open with sharpened teeth. He'll eat the rest later, but for now he's going after the marrow.]]

[[About two minutes later, there is nothing left but a few little scraps. He looks up at Worth almost expectantly, as if waiting for something.]]