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[hands_of_blu]

There were hats lying scattered around the battlefield between the RED and BLU field headquarters today. Hats. And they didn't even have heads in them. Frankly, Medic does not want to know.Right now all he wants is his supper- he tends to ignore time differences between the Bar and the battlefield- and some quality time with the Pop-Up Book of

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[notagagagirl]

Or a gag. Whichever.

"Oh, shame." Scaramouche groans, coming around the side of the table at the wrong time and being treated to an up-front view of a nasty pyometra.

[hands_of_blu]

"Guten abend, Frau Scaramouche," says the Medic cheerfully. "Und how do you do this evening?"