AARGH! That's Bloody Freezing!

"Honestly i'm not drunk this time" Dean said in his defense, trying to make sure he wasn't making a bad impression. With that he threw up, again and on Jasmine, again. She rolled her eyes."I don't care how cute you are, or the fact that you fly, risking your life and enjoy a drink, you're still paying for the cleaning of my uniform."Jasmine left Dean in the little room that had somehow basically become her's, Dean began to sit up to see where she had gone. He laid back down very quickly though when he saw her again, for Jasmine had a hose in one hand and a scrubbing brush in the other, with liquid soap under her arm, she attached the hose to a cold water tap in the room, turned to Dean with an evil smile and was so tempted to say 'strip'.
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"Wait a minute! You can't clean this bed!" said Dean, trying (and failing) to avoid the cold water. "I'm still in it!"
"Watch me try!" said Jasmine, cranking the pressure up to full!
"ARGH! COLD! COLD! COLD! ARGH! CRAZY NURSE!" yelled Dean, leaping around the room, trying to avoid being hit by the stream of water, which was following him awfully closely. "Careful, whilst I may have to pay to get your uniform cleaned, You'lll have to pay for mine to be tumble-dried! COLD!" Dean finished, as teh jet got him square on, causing him to fly backwards into a shelf of ointments. They landed all around him. "Phew! Close that! Had a bad experience with those before!" (for non-newbie people, remember L'ontar, Lenin, Dean and Armer, combined with the growth/shrinking virus?) "So, anyway, does this mean I pass my physical fitness exam?" Jasmine just hit him in the face with the water again...
 
Dean "suffering from 'Oh bugger I can't think what to write' syndrome" Thomas