40. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Oh you have got to be kidding me. Really? Really. I can't get over this. Extension of the soul. Fine. Whatever. Is there symbolism? Does this mean I'm going do die of bloating and gastric problems too?

I think we both know what it will be if anything. I know it hurts Gregory but four? You had two less than three hours ago.

Ha. Ha. You're a comedian.

Comments

[lyra_of_dust]

You've got a good nose for things, maybe?

[vicodincrutch]

The same could be said for you, Lyra.

I'm nothin' but a hound dog.

[lyra_of_dust]

Hahaha. At least it's like home, this way.

[vicodincrutch]

He wouldn't be able to handle it. Far too social.

I love the way that you both don't think I'm not a part of this conversation.

[glock30]

A dog?

A dog?

[vicodincrutch]

Bloodhound, Valentine. And now that you've drawn attention to yourself...

So. What did you get from the zoo grab bag in the sky?

[glock30]

Don't mind her. She's just bitter.

What the hell does it look like?

[vicodincrutch]

That makes two of them.

Is that a mockingbird?