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[repairedbywebs]

Drama has never been my forte. Where is my real brother, I wonder. Dead yet? I still see your weaving, big brother, come out, come out...

So many interesting new arrivals. Like my doctor.

It must be to counter the fact that Papa Midnite is quite irretrievably dead. Any objections? Tony, I already heard yours. Anyone else? No

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[35years]

He ain't yer doctor.

[repairedbywebs]

It's the midget!

[ooc: Picture her clapping her hands here ~_~]

[35years]

This in't your circus.

[repairedbywebs]

Do you remember me, then?

[35years]

Enough.

You keep yer distance.

[repairedbywebs]

But I need my doctor.

[35years]

Get another.

[repairedbywebs]

...too late.

[35years]

Goddamn you, beast.

[repairedbywebs]

That's not very clever.

[35years]

Just shut up, and stay away from him!

[repairedbywebs]

You've bored me.

[35years]

I don't give a shit if you're bored!

[repairedbywebs]

You do realize he volunteered.

Last time.

[35years]

I don't care.