New Extremes Of Medicism....

Rpg:
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Location: Medibay.
Characters: William Shakespeare, Jennifer Wildflower, The Tree,
Appendix A.
Time: Lunch, maybe tea-time.
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"But...it...it spoketh!" pleaded Shakespeare, turning to the
appendix, "Dids't thou not?"
Silence.
"Shakespeare, I am leaving now," said Keto quietly, "And when I
come back, I 'desireth' for 'thy feebleth braineth ineth youreth
headeth' to be present and awaiting anyone to FIX it! Clear!?"
"Clear," mumbled Shakespeare, bowing his head. Keto nodded firmly,
and stormed out of the medibay.
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Shakespeare stood silently, staring at the appendix with a look of
consternation upon his face.
"But thou spake'th, I am sure of it being as clear in mind of mine
as is thou glass of water on thy table!" he told the organ that was
happily splodging about in its quarantine cage.
"Surely thy will spake noweth Charles is out?"
Silence.
"P'raps I am taking thy path of the madman," he said to
himself. "Sedatives. I needeth sedatives, painkillers and ice
cream," he said aloud, wandering over to Keto's cabinet.
Extracting the various things needed, he mixed them all up with a
mug of tea that he found on one of the Medibay's side tables. He
sniffed the purple looking drink which now contained Tea, Keto
Sedatives 887 (Sleeping tablets with a dash of lemon,) Keto
Painkillers 4444 (Asprin and Kerosine,) and Keto Strawberry Ice Cream
01 (Chocolate.)
He downed the liquid in one, the ice cream sticking momentarily in
his throat before disappearing along with the rest of the concoction.
"Forsooth, that tasteht much like a rag of cloth soake'd in toxic
waste," exclaimed Shakespeare, scowling. Then he grinned.
"But I feeleth great."
He grinned and waltzed over to his desk, before sitting down and
sighing. His head pain was clearing up and he was gradually losing
his worries over his mental problems. He picked up a crossword that
was lying on his desk and attacked the word puzzle to pass the time,
whilst he heard the splodges of the appendix behind him.
Thew big Pink Tree and Wildflower bounded into the room a mere
eight mintues later, Wildflower's arms filled with three brown paper
bag, all stuffed with items that Shakespeare couldn't see.
"What ist in thou bageth, Jennifer?" asked Shakespeare, chucking
the empty biro into the nearby wastepaper basket.
"We bought some supplies," she said, grinning and placing the bags
down on Keto's desk. She tapped the bags and they fell over,
spilling their contents over Keto's medical journals.
"What kindeth of supplies, for out cupboards are but stacked with
ointments various," stated Shakespeare.
"Just the essentials," said Wildflower, chucking the objects to the
Big Pink Tree who was cathcing them sprighlty in his branches and
placing them by Wildflower's medibed. Wildflower began reading out
the names of what she had bought as she threw them to the Tree.
"Charcoal, lighter fluid, towels, buger buns, burgers, hot dogs,
fire lighters, king sized barbecue that fits in your pocket, sandals,
comic books..." she started before being stopped by Shakespeare who's
mind had just registered the last few items.
"Waiteth one final second'st," he said, raising his arm. The Tree
and Wildflower stopped.
"Just who will wearth thy sandals and reads't the comic books?" he
asked.
*Rustle*
"Thou shalt reath thy comice books?"
*Rustle-rustle*
"The Bandy? I've nay heard nor seen, thy Bandy," said Shakespeare.
*rustle*
"Desperate Dennis?" queried Shakespeare. He shook his head in
confusion. "As for thy sandals?"
"I thought Keto could do with a new pair of shoes. His scabby
sneakers looked pretty worn. I thought he'd like some new ones."
Shakespeare nodded and went back to his crossword.
"Turtle food, small rocks, and a new pair of jeans for me."
"A hauleth of goodies," said Shakespeare. "Tell me, when willt
thou hath thy barbecue?"
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Rimmer: Anyway Lister, it's not about how you feel, its how you
look. And I look....like a complete and total tit! - Future
Echoes
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