Doc Appointment #13

[doc_furcoat]

Y'know, back home it'd be twenty-eleven... heh, one more year until the world ends. Or some frickin' nonsense.

Kinna surprised this town hasn't dropped an A-bomb on us yet. Maybe that's next Christmas.

[Don't mind Worth, he's just thinking out loud... on the phone. He has nothing better to do really.]

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[striped_biceps]

[Is that

is that growling Doc hears?]

So you're still around, huh?

[doc_furcoat]

[Who let a dog use the phone?]

I'm sorry Sparky, but who the hell are ya again?

[striped_biceps]

Don't even try to play dumb, asshole. I'd remember that voice anywhere!

[doc_furcoat]

An' I don't remember yers, not that I'd care if I did.

The fuck d'ya want? Spit it out an' buzz off would ya?

[striped_biceps]

I'm still going to beat the shit out of you for drinking my blood! Remember now?

[doc_furcoat]

[........................ OH THAT LOSER. He'll laugh suddenly, it all coming back to him now.]

Yer still holdin' that grudge? Christ yer like a woman scorned, mate.

[striped_biceps]

You're just makin' me want to kick your ass even more, y'know that?

[doc_furcoat]

Yer welcome t'try, nursy.