so medic how about those dove feels

[medick]

That was not me, schweinhund, that was him!

... However, I will say that he has good taste in pets. [ a pause. ] Ah, yes, I know what you are thinking — and so: Do not discuss it further!

That is none of your business.

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[pocketsurgeon]

Discuss vat?

[medick]

If it is none of her business, you think I would tell you?

[ what now blu cow ]

[pocketsurgeon]

Vell, it never hurts to ask questions, ja?

[medick]

Of course it doesn't. Without questions, there would be no scientific breakthroughs.

Perhaps if you ask a different one, however, I may answer.

[pocketsurgeon]

Precisely my point.

Ach, I do nicht care for guessing games. Eizer tell me oder don't, it doesn't matter to me.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Don't be mad that he got to look like a badass and you weren't even in it. You gonna cry about it? Huh Doc? huh? Ya gonna cry?

[medick]

[ TRUCE OVER ]

Why would I cry to someone who whines for their mother in the battlefield?

[bring_the_beatdown]

I DO NOT!

[Bat tapping at your chest now.]

You got something ta say tough guy?

[medick]

[ this is all in one quick, sudden swoop: grab the bat, pull it to the right to drag scout closer ( assuming he has a good grip on the bat still ) — and, if successful, the needle part of the vita-saw will be pressing against scoot's neck. ]

What I have to say? [ casually turns the needle la la la ] I would say prepare for your robotic counterparts. I don't believe they would care if you tear up.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[He's not letting his Sandman go. Come on man, this is his favorite bat. He's a squirming spitting mass of flailing arms and legs trying to pull his bat back. That is until he feels the needle against his neck, and he goes totally still, his eyes sliding over to try and see what it is.]

What the hell man? If I what? Hey! I don't cry about nothing, alright? NOTHING.

[Though he looks pretty scared now.*]

[medick]

[ ahahahahaha — this is fun, but after five seconds of a tight grip and leaving a prick on the neck, he lets scout go with a strong push. raising his hand to dust his chest, he lets out a disgusted noise. ]

Don't do that again, ja? I have no idea where it's been.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[He rubs his neck and glares.]

It's probably cleaner than your nasty-ass gloves.

[Don't you malign his bat like that!]

[stabstabstab]

Ready to start, Docteur?

[medick]

Oh, yes, of course — though, I do hope we get to keep Herr Mann to ourselves.

If I heard certain things right, then I have experiments to do.