Wibble Whomping For Beginners

Who: Eve, Zodar, Medi-bay people & many, many Wibbles.Where: Medi-BayWhen: After Zodar passed out.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<SNIP>But besides the fact the party at the door couldn't understand the Tree, it was too late, Zodar was hit in the face by a flying fuzzball, his head jolted and his eyes opened as he gained consciousness. Zodar's eyes focused and saw Wibbles all over the Medi-Bay floor, not to mention the desks and the cupboards, (well you get the picture), he freaked out and passed out.
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"Someone get some water, a magic marker, SOMETHING... Otherwise I will have to slap him."
Zodar woke up with a start. There was something about being slapped...by Keto...that had penetrated the super-dense fog of Zodar's unconsciousness. Even so, he was still very much in pain and quite disoriented, preferring not to talk, but to groan.
"I believe that your services are needed, Zodar. Do you feel up to it?"
"He can't work! Look at him, all crushed and bruised. He can hardly even talk." said Eve.
Zodar groaned in agreement.
"Oh, alright. I guess he can stay here. This is a medi-bay after all..." said Keto, signalling for the Big Pink Imbecile.
 
im·be·cile n.

A person of moderate to severe mental retardation having a mental age of from three to seven years and generally being capable of some degree of communication and performance of simple tasks under supervision. The term belongs to a classification system no longer in use and is now considered offensive.
The Pink Tree bounded over cheerfully and helped Zodar onto a bed.
"Thanks Dr Keto." said Eve, "Chris, is there anything I can get you?"
Chris took a moment to react and prepare himself for speech. Talking was hard to do right now.
"Just a mallet. A big one. Thanks." he managed to get out.
An unusual request, but Eve decided to go along with it.