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[money_duck]

*Scrooge has been having a rough couple of days. His crazy old man feathers are even more disheveled than normal, and he's been walking around without his spats or his hat. It looks like he hasn't slept well in a while. Today, you can find him wandering about aimlessly with a blank look in his eyes. On the side of his neck is some kind of festering

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[money_duck]

Gah!! Quit with the yelling, you're makin' me head throb!

[money_duck]

No! It's your endless yammering! Every word is like a sledgehammer to me poor achin' head!

[stellartraitor]

...You look terrible.

[ Thank you, captain obvious. And now that that's over with... ]

And you have something on your neck. That can't be good for your health either. What is it?

[money_duck]

What is what? I've just a bit o' a cold, is all!

[stellartraitor]

...You didn't notice?

[ He frowns and taps it a few times. Sorry, he's just going to be invading your personal space a little. ]

It's right there. On your neck. That might be what's causing your...'cold'.

[money_duck]

GAH! [Scrooge does not enjoy having his personal bubble invaded, and tries to swat you away with his cane] There's nothing wrong with me neck! Now shoo!

[very_lil_brain]

Mr Scrooge? Are you aware that you have a thing on your neck?

[money_duck]

And are YOU aware that you're in me way?

[very_lil_brain]

*Pooh is too busy being creeped out by Scrooge's wound/parasite*

...I think it moved.

[money_duck]

And YOU'D best be movin' along, too! [angry old man cane shaking goes here]

[sparkybadassery]

... The hell?

[money_duck]

Didn't your mother ever warn you about makin' faces? They'll stick like that!

[sparkybadassery]

Hey, hey, how am I supposed to help it when you've got some kinda...

*okay now he's snickering a little, now that he thinks about it, it looks pretty funny*

Some kinda... green THING on your neck?! Pfffthahaha!

[money_duck]

Did I make a joke? I d'in't hear anything funny! *he says as he shakes his cane at you*

[jonny_talbain]

*Walks past Scrooge and shoves a meat pie into his hand.*

'ere, mate. Eat that. Gotta have ya nice n fat for christmas, mate.

*Takes a closer look. And a closer smell.*

Bloody hell... I take it back, I wouldn't have a bite of you right now for ten pounds. Maybe twenty.

[money_duck]

Get that rubbish out o' me face you mangy...!! Are you implying I smell?

[jonny_talbain]

I'm not implying, mate. I'm outright telling you you've got a terrible pong coming up off you.

Might have something to do with that giant bloody leech stuck to your neck? You going to some kind of leech-happy doctor, mate? Y'know. A quack?

[money_duck]

There's nothing wrong with me neck! Maybe if you didn't spend all yet time STARIN' at it and did something productive, you wouldn't be seein' things! And smellin' em!