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((Click! as it comes on, and then a moment of fumbling--he's still new with these Network things. And, easy as it is to type, he'd rather talk.))
So is now a good time to inquire about employment?
I mean, have you got any jobs for a doctor out of work? And happily out of work too. I think most doctors would secretly rather be out of work than hard at work. Only most of them, though. There are some who like the bills too much.
See, I don't know just who's in charge of the hospital, but if everyone got bitten by those bears yesterday the same way I did, you're going to need all the help you can get patching things up. And I don't mean the bears. And you're just going to have to hope against hope about the rabies. It's hard to tell when a teddy bear is foaming at the mouth and when he's just burst a seam. Not to mention the way there seemed to be a one-day special on rabies a few days ago.
I'm not going to worry over teddy bears coming to live and waging war against the City. That's a curse if I've ever seen a curse, and that's that. Maybe next we'll all turn into animals. Yeah, that'll be fun. But I'm not as good a veterinarian as I am a surgeon, so you'll have to wait a day before I could do anything for you. Or maybe an animal doctor is just a doctor who's an animal. I don't know about you, but I've worn a gorilla suit before. And I've been called an animal a few times too.
Although, I don't know. Maybe I should find a veterinarian. Or I'll have to, I mean, if I do end up getting a dog. I mean, you know what they say about books and dogs, after all. Books don't get rabid when the City asks them to, but have you ever seen a book lick someone's face when they come home? And neither one complains when you come home late--that's all I ask. I like having my own room--and my own kitchen, my own living room, my own bathroom--the bathroom is the best--and all of them with real walls. Real walls! Who cares if the couple next door are going at it every night?--at least that's what it sounds like to me when I listen in on them. Walls, glorious walls! But I don't know which is worse: living under an alarm clock about to go off or sleeping on top of a time bomb. I keep dreaming about both, and I've lived close enough to both to have had enough of it. Maybe that's why I'm dreaming about it. But I'll leave that one up to the psychologists--the head doctors, Emil, remember? At least a dog would take some of the edge off the ticking. And if he does go crazy the way all the other animals did a few days ago, then maybe I really will find out if, inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
I guess the real trick is that with walls come rent. Shows you why Uncle Sam only ever gave us tents. And bar tabs--no, I take back what I said before: bar tabs. That's the real problem. Maybe I should rebuilt the still--
So what do you say? I'll come bandage teddy bear bites today and tell you what else I can do--because I've sure as hell done more than put ice on pillow fight bruises and bandage teddy bear bites. So trust me when I say I can at least patch things up today. And not the bears.
Thanks.
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[ooc: Somewhere, down in the depths of his mind, he's giggling away. Over Radar and his teddy bear. Poor beastie. (Which one?) Feeling iffy on his voice--that's why he's been absent lately. Please bear with me ._.v No pun intended.]
((Click! as it comes on, and then a moment of fumbling--he's still new with these Network things. And, easy as it is to type, he'd rather talk.))
So is now a good time to inquire about employment?
I mean, have you got any jobs for a doctor out of work? And happily out of work too. I think most doctors would secretly rather be out of work than hard at work. Only most of them, though. There are some who like the bills too much.
See, I don't know just who's in charge of the hospital, but if everyone got bitten by those bears yesterday the same way I did, you're going to need all the help you can get patching things up. And I don't mean the bears. And you're just going to have to hope against hope about the rabies. It's hard to tell when a teddy bear is foaming at the mouth and when he's just burst a seam. Not to mention the way there seemed to be a one-day special on rabies a few days ago.
I'm not going to worry over teddy bears coming to live and waging war against the City. That's a curse if I've ever seen a curse, and that's that. Maybe next we'll all turn into animals. Yeah, that'll be fun. But I'm not as good a veterinarian as I am a surgeon, so you'll have to wait a day before I could do anything for you. Or maybe an animal doctor is just a doctor who's an animal. I don't know about you, but I've worn a gorilla suit before. And I've been called an animal a few times too.
Although, I don't know. Maybe I should find a veterinarian. Or I'll have to, I mean, if I do end up getting a dog. I mean, you know what they say about books and dogs, after all. Books don't get rabid when the City asks them to, but have you ever seen a book lick someone's face when they come home? And neither one complains when you come home late--that's all I ask. I like having my own room--and my own kitchen, my own living room, my own bathroom--the bathroom is the best--and all of them with real walls. Real walls! Who cares if the couple next door are going at it every night?--at least that's what it sounds like to me when I listen in on them. Walls, glorious walls! But I don't know which is worse: living under an alarm clock about to go off or sleeping on top of a time bomb. I keep dreaming about both, and I've lived close enough to both to have had enough of it. Maybe that's why I'm dreaming about it. But I'll leave that one up to the psychologists--the head doctors, Emil, remember? At least a dog would take some of the edge off the ticking. And if he does go crazy the way all the other animals did a few days ago, then maybe I really will find out if, inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
I guess the real trick is that with walls come rent. Shows you why Uncle Sam only ever gave us tents. And bar tabs--no, I take back what I said before: bar tabs. That's the real problem. Maybe I should rebuilt the still--
So what do you say? I'll come bandage teddy bear bites today and tell you what else I can do--because I've sure as hell done more than put ice on pillow fight bruises and bandage teddy bear bites. So trust me when I say I can at least patch things up today. And not the bears.
Thanks.
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Somewhere, down in the depths of his mind, he's giggling away. Over Radar and his teddy bear. Poor beastie. (Which one?) Feeling iffy on his voice--that's why he's been absent lately. Please bear with me ._.v No pun intended.]