Doc Appointment #14

[doc_furcoat]

So how 'bout them Yankees?

[He's tired of hearing about this Mailman, Lucy, people voted to stay stuff. Subtle subject change goes here.]

Comments

[zombee_slayer]

The Yankees are fucking cheaters! Go Red sox!

[doc_furcoat]

Red Soxs are a bunch a little girls. Once they get their panties pulled outta their asses an' play like real men then maybe I might like 'em.

[Actually he has no idea, nor does he care about them... but picking fights is fun.]

[zombee_slayer]

Shut the fuck up ass muncher you don't know shit! The Yankees are the little pussies.

[doc_furcoat]

Temper temper, mate.

Y'should see someone 'bout that.

[zombee_slayer]

Hell no! I just haven't killed something in a while!

[doc_furcoat]

Well yer welcome t'kill whoever ya want 'ere. Or fuck, go chase the neighborhood cats 'round or somethin'.

... though if ya happen t'see a little chubby red bat toddlin' long the street some night, y'should use em as target practice.

[zombee_slayer]

I fucking know that! But the drones aren't as fun anymore!

I'll keep that in mind.

[doc_furcoat]

Who said I was talkin' 'bout drones?

Y'know ya might not be such a bad guy after all.

[zombee_slayer]

Hm, well I can think of a few people I'd like to murder.

Of course I ain't a fucking bad guy!

[doc_furcoat]

Oh do tell.

Course not.

[zombee_slayer]

Don't want to ruin the surprise.

[doc_furcoat]

Y'know it'd be even more of a surprise if ya pop outta a cake then kill 'em. Never see it comin'.

[zombee_slayer]

Or I could just go up and shoot them.

[doc_furcoat]

Well if yer not lookin' t'be creative, sure.

[zombee_slayer]

No need to get creative.

[doc_furcoat]

Fair enough, takes too much damn effort anyway.