I shalleth be back!

Who: The Medical possie
Where: The Medical Room
When: Cheeko time (ohhhh, thats gonna come back to haunt me)
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Together the two of them managed to manoeuvre Keats onto a spare
medical bunk - of which few were left - and laid him out. Apart from
a couple of minor spots of blood from the needles, the main problem
seemed to be the thick layer of grease that was covering him from head
to toe. As Amber and Shakespeare watched, his hair seemed to slide
backwards and mould itself to the shape of the pillow under his head.
"Thiseth requireth degreaser of a most monstrous strength and vigour!"
announced Shakespeare, rolling up his sleeves.
<end snip>
John gazed eerily up at the figure rolling his sleeves up over him, he
saw his mouth move but heard only a warbled array of syllables, then
as the good doctor started to bend over him, he had a terrible
feeling, attempting to configure his mouth into a way that may
actually speak, he spat out
"Severn! Is that you, geet away, these are MY kidneys!" he flung his
arms across his waist to protect those vital organs and wallet.
"Thoust confused young urchin, now putteth down thy arms and alloweth
thine grease to egress thoust body!"
Shakespeare commenced to pour on industrial cleanings agents, used to
sterilise the pint glasses in parrots onto a sponge and attacked Johns
face and exposed arms, John put up a fight and managed to wrap his
teeth around the sponge to stop its cleaning sensation.
"Ack! Thoust more annoying than a jock strap full of hornets! Fair the
well, i shalleth take care of the young maiden first, but marketh mine
words, i shalleth be back!"
Shakespeare turned and shook his head at the arrati behaviours of his
newest patient and turned his attentions to Amber once more.
"Now my dear, alloweth me to treat thine wounds before they suffer the
pox"
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(OOC: yeah, its only a shorty, but i dont wanna step to far into it,
as i ent been back long and theres still holes in my knowledge of
whats happening madibay side)