Reinturnation
Rpg:
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Who: Medicrew.
Where: Medibay.
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> "You ever heard of batteries?" called Sean.
> "You ever heard of murder?" snapped Keto.
"Yes, I watched a movie about it," said Mayer, informatively to
Keto.
"You'll be the star of the sequel if you don't learn the meaning
of the word silence," retorted Keto.
Sean furrowed his brow, confused.
"I do know the meaning of the word silence," he explained.
"THEN FOLLOW IT!" shouted Keto from his paperwork. Mayer gulped
and hurriedly turned back to his papers.
Silence reigned.
"Wait a minute," called up Sean after no more than a few minutes.
The rest of the medibay sighed and looked at him.
"What is it?" asked Keto, annoyed still. "What could it possibly
be that could be so important as to distract me from my work, YET
again?"
"I remember some way to test the DNA!" he said, happily.
"Enlighten me," said Keto, folding his arms and waiting for what
he knew would be complete rubbish. It seemed as though Sean had
been designed by life to be every bit as mind boggingly annoying as
Shakespeare had been. Though he could ignore Shakespeare as he
hardly ever understood a word he was saying. Sean on the other hand
was perpetually chirpy abiout everything. How was a decent doctor
supposed to get any shotuing and 'being grumpy' done with some
smiling halfwit watching him from the corner of the room.
"I remember it from biology class," said Sean. waving his arms
about madly as he spoke.
"You get the test tubes, filled with this liquid, and you put the
DNA and stuff into it, and then you do something else with this
thing, and after some amount of minutes, this other stuff goes in
and you get a white line, which is DNA and then you use this
strilised thing to mess with the liquid and crap and out comes DNA!"
he said, nodding and smiling.
Keto stood perfectly still, non plussed and grinding his teeth.
Eventually he spoke.
"Descriptions aren't your forte? Are they Sean? I meran, how on
earth am I supposed to do the thing with the stuff when I have no
idea what either of them are? Shall I just make up the ingredients
and hope for the best, or simply follow my first instinct which is
to gag you and ignore anything you ever say?"
Sean rasied an eyebrow.
"At least I'm trying, you don't seem to care," he said defensively.
"You're absolutely right, I DON'T care. Frankly, I have more
important things to worry about right now than a DNA test. Try
wondering how I'm going to treat the critically injured with no
electricity. Or did we forget that one?"
Sean started laughing.
"What is it now?" asked Keto, angry.
"Your sarcasm. You seem to be this wierd incarnation of my best
friend," he explained.
"Can't have been too intelligent to put up with you," said Keto.
"Well at least HE'D know the experiment I'm talking about,"
snorted Sean.
"I doubt that," said Keto. "You find someone who understands 100%
what you rabbit on about, and I'll give the whole medicrew the week
off from work."
The medibay crew's ears all perked up at the mention of a holiday.
Keto noticed this and opened his mouth to shout:
"Get back to work!" before returning to his paperwork.
The medibay lost the buzz of noise once more and silence set in.
From the comfort of Shakespeare's chair, Mayer read a page of
text, and in the space of five minutes, had worked out the solution
to end the medibay's greatest problem. How to return Shakespeare.
<Tagger!>
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