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[shotdadintheass]

You- it- a sex island? You're getting me back out because you're thinking about a sex island?!

What is wrong with you? I mean, it's not like- I like having sex, you know, most people do, but life or death and collars! Those should stay on dogs and cats and- big lizards. They use them for lizards, right?

...wait, don't answer that. I am not talking to you about this. Bad mun! The answer is no. Go- go back to your plurk! [ flappy gesture

shoo ]

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[breaksbones]

The wild dogs of stuff? That's all you can come up with? This is beyond the wild dogs of stuff. This is like... wild dragons. Or Giant Robots, because according to my new doctor friend that I gave the chicken pox to, those exist. Did you know that?

You have no idea what I've been through in a week alone and just the very idea of you showing up is just... [ She has no words. No. Words. ] You know, my mun actually thinks this whole thing is funny? She thinks it's funny, George.

[shotdadintheass]

What, like Transformers? That's awesome. [ wait. 8I ] Better than wild dogs. Superheroically uncontrollable stuff and... chicken pox.

[ He really wants to ask about the chicken pox, but this is a really bad time to be doing that. He'll save it to come back to later on. In the meantime, his face falls and he shrugs one shoulder. ] Yeah, well. You should tell her her sense of humor sucks.

[breaksbones]

Exactly like a Transformer. But not the big one that turns into a truck, this one said he's a Doctor. A giant doctor robot I gave the chicken pox to. On a sex island. [ Just in case he didn't get that. ]

I have, trust me.

[shotdadintheass]

D'you ever get that feeling like your life probably couldn't suck any worse, only then sex islands and robots with chicken pox happen? [ Oh wait, no, a Transformer on the sex island, his childhood--

There it goes. He knew it well. ]

[breaksbones]

Sex island and robots and chicken pox isn't even the half of it. It's worse. Much worse. Did I mention the part where I had to tell your friends which-- Well, thought were my friends too but they don't seem to know the part yet-- that you're dead and where, if you show up I'm obviously going to have to explain how your alive? ... You got that, right?

[shotdadintheass]

They're seriously far back, aren't they? Baby-faced, dark and twisty Meredith and Cristina. [ Huffs. All the half-hearted huffing. ]

... sorry. That you have to be all "hey, guys, I'm your friend you don't remember making and there was this bus." Uh. I could probably try taking Why George Isn't Dead duty. I mean, I won't have an answer, but nobody really will, right? So I could just. Maybe say I'm Superman now. Superman's cool.