Battle Wounds and the Like
Well, I survived Sweeney only to be taken out by some sort of freak theater plague born of being in constant close-quarters with other desperately sick people, breathing in saw-dust and god knows what else breeds down there in the prop-shop.
And by 'taken out' I mean I look like someone punched me in the face. It's the kind of injury that looks bad ass until someone asks how you got it, and you're not ashamed enough to lie. I should just say, 'You should see the other guy," but unfortunately I can't even claim that, as the bathroom wall walked away without a scratch. Or rather, stood there and took it like...a ceramic tile wall.
And by 'taken out' I mean I look like someone punched me in the face. It's the kind of injury that looks bad ass until someone asks how you got it, and you're not ashamed enough to lie. I should just say, 'You should see the other guy," but unfortunately I can't even claim that, as the bathroom wall walked away without a scratch. Or rather, stood there and took it like...a ceramic tile wall.