A Sticky Problem

Keto marched smartly back into Schweeble's room, carrying armfuls
of ointment bottles and sprays.
"Never fear, Keto's..." he began, and then saw Schweeble standing,
eyes closed and apparently unconscious, in the middle of the room.
"...too late. Damn," he cursed, walking up to the glue-ified
statue. He stared at Joe for a second, then blinked in surprised
anger.
"Hold on a minute!" he cried, "This isn't a disease at all! You're
not turning to glue, you're just covered with it!"
He smacked Schweeble smartly around the face a couple of times,
until finally the man coughed and drearily opened his eyes.
"You!" snapped Keto, "Why didn't you tell me that you weren't
turning into glue?"
"Wh...huh?" managed Joe, still half unconscious. Keto sniffed.
"Fine, well if that's your attitude then don't come looking for
medical advice when you need it most!" he said in irritation, then
began to search the bottles in his arms. Finally he pulled out one
spray and covered Joe in it from head to foot.
"There," he said as the glue began to bubble and dissolve from
Schweeble, who immediately collapsed, "That's dealt with that."
"Th...th...th..." said Joe. Keto ignored him and headed for the
door. Just before he left, however, he turned.
"Oh, and don't worry," he said, "The numbness is temporary."
"What?" asked Joe as Keto left the room, shutting the door behind
him, "Numbness? What nu..."
Suddenly he realised that he couldn't stand up...everything below
his waist was numb. By propping himself up against the wall,
Schweeble managed to stand upright, but when he tried to take three
steps he ended up face down on the floor again.
"Oh great!" muttered Schweeble, "Out of the frying pan and into a
bloody great big fire!"
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OOC: Ha, get out of that one! :) Although, as Keto said, it's
temporary (how temporary is up to you).
That panda joke is so awful it was funny. Really, really awful. :)