[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

Comments

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[thegooddrjones]

How are the stitches? Is there any sign of infection?

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[emptyyourself]

There is no sign of infection.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Alright good. I'll probably want to take a look at the stitches in two or three days to see if they're able to come out.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

I'll live without your meddling.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

It's not meddling.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

Is it necessary to remove them?

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Unless you fancy having an infection? Yes.

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[emptyyourself]

Is it necessary for you to remove them?

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[thegooddrjones]

...No, I suppose not.

Wilson could do it.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

Who is Wilson?

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[thegooddrjones]

He's a doctor as well. Um, older than I am, American.

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[emptyyourself]

Which one of you is the least incompetent?

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[thegooddrjones]

I don't know, I've yet to see his doctoring skills in action.

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[emptyyourself]

In short, then, to your knowledge you have the most practical experience?

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[thegooddrjones]

Yes.

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[emptyyourself]

...You'll do it tomorrow.

I have no interest in discussing what memories you claim to have of me - is that clear?