The progress of an afternoon's writing, put into dialogue:
Story [The Knife's Fault]: OH HAI. I'm a medical drama now!
Me: No, you're not.
Story: Am, too. Watch!
Dr. B: Oh noes, she's crashing! Internal paddles, charge to 50 units of medical TV-talk!
Me: Wait, internal paddles? She doesn't even have an open chest!
Story: WELL SHE HAS NOW.
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