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[robin_sparkles]

There was literally only so much that Robin could take before she went from enjoying the whole vacation aspect of it all to really being pissed off at the place. And seriously, there wasn't even a Gael to while away the hours with, having really hot table sex and on windsurfing boards. Oh, the days...

But no, no, Robin was on an Island that had a

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[jesus_h_cox]

For a second -- just one -- Dr. Cox needed to be away from the clinic. It was so mind-numbingly dull that Cox was actually considering taking up a hobby that wasn't drinking a metric asston of Scotch and complaining about politics. That was the other thing that just got right under his skin: out of all the things he'd escaped from in winding up on that island, he still had to deal with politics.

He was on his way to his room to go grab a towel to shower off the disgusting feeling that he didn't even want to do his job when he saw someone kicking the crap out of a game console. Normally, this was cause for ridicule, but... Oh, it was cause for ridicule, end of story.

"Killing innocent people isn't gonna solve your problems, there, Rambo," Cox remarked to the head of dark hair he was looking at. "My suggestion would be to take a better hobby. Like perhaps killing Hugh Jackman or Dane Cook." Now that was productive.

[robin_sparkles]

Robin barely glanced up seeing as she was right in the middle of killing this sucker and let out a howl of victory as she pressed the pause button and tipped her head up to look at whoever was talking to her. "Yeah, well, this place didn't exactly let me bring my gun with," she noted dryly. "And it's not like it's let me pop around home to pick it up."

And besides, were there any Hugh Jackmans or Dane Cooks around? And if there were, had they escaped this guy's wrath?

[jesus_h_cox]

"Ohhh, d'ya like guns?" Dr. Cox drew out, taking a step further into the room. "Because if you ask me, that's just what this island needs, what with all the craziness that's been going on lately. I think... yeah, I think a round of guns and ammunition would bring this place just right on around." He pulled to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest, still in his lab coat from the work he was supposed to be doing.

"Face facts, Mr. Heston. This place doesn't need guns. In any sense of the word." Why everyone was gay also had Dr. Cox puzzled, but hey, he wasn't about to judge.

[robin_sparkles]

"Yeah, see, that's the American issue," Robin scoffed. "Funny how Canada has no issue whatsoever with gun control and yet I can be in possession of a gun and not be the leading proponents of gun violence in the whole world," she ranted, hitting the pause button before rising to stand, crossing her arms as she looked him over. "What's next, gonna tell me about how bad cigars are for me? Or how I'm going to drink my liver to death with Scotch because you're so not my mother!" she insisted stubbornly.

"Besides, Doc," she said dryly, leaning back on the couch as she eyed him, "shouldn't you be off mocking some sick person?"

[jesus_h_cox]

For a moment, Dr. Cox considered just staring. In one paragraph of well-delivered ranting, she'd proved to be the woman he was going to be spending his time ignoring and treating like trash. Yes, it was written in the stars, now. Doggoneit, that woman was going to be mistreated like he'd never mistreated a woman before.

"Why mock sick people when I've got a Canadian right here!" Dr. Cox declared, finger sliding down the bridge of his nose quickly before his arms settled back across his chest. "Besides! Your pride in your country has earned you the ability to smell bad in public and say awesome things like 'aboot' and talk about curling. Really, Canada, you have it so good here, what with the hygiene, but how do you survive without maple syrup? Now, if I've offended you, I'm terribly sorry, but why don't you just call a Mountie and he'll come right on around and save you from the big, bad, overbearing, terrorist-searching, gun-toting, mother-boinking American that's just all up in that pretty little mug of yours." The rant was

[robin_sparkles]

Robin just sighed as he went on. And on. And on. And oh my god, he was still going on. It was like Barney had injected his essence into this guy and...wow, yeah, that was just a really bad image and oh wait, he was still talking, wasn't he? Robin clued in again and came back around 'terrorist-searching'. "Yeah, I wouldn't know," she said idly with a shrug. "I've been in New York for the last three years generally feeling superior to the majority of the US population. I mean, seriously, you'd rather be a junk-food guzzling American with a uniformly crap government? Seriously?" she asked, giving him a dubious and disbelieving look, like she felt sorry for him for just wanting that.

She was still idly leaning back against the couch, looking a little bored.