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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:59 pm
A nurse, dressed remarkably not like a nurse at all, but rather wearing a red yukata and carrying an umbrella, pops his/her head into the room and says nonchalantly, "Doctor, while I'm sure visiting with your long lost "oops-I-wasn't-supposed-to-reveal-that-yet" brother, I was looking over your latest X-rays and it turns out that you have diabetes."
"...Cancerous Diabetes."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:28 pm
"They cancel each other out, nurse. Now, hand me a scalpel."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:44 pm
The nurse Tamaron put a hand on the doctor's shoulder and turned him around. Gazing into his eyes with a grim expression, the nurse said ominously, "We're out, dood."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:59 pm
"Well, in that case... in that case, what DO we have?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:02 pm
"Well, We have a box of one-half dozen starving, crazed Girl-Scouts." The nurse said, holding forth what appeared to be a normal dough-nut box, except for the malevolent miasma emanating from the seams.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:05 pm
Doctor Blade slaps the box aside and embraces the nurse, glaring lustfully into his/her eyes. "This must be destiny. I fell in love with my dead wife over a box of half-starving crazed girl-scouts."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:11 pm
"Riiiight. Doctor, I'm not who you think I am," The nurse pulls off his face mask, revealing a countenace exactly the same as the one before, "And it appears the box is leaking." (S)he pointed to the fallen box of girl scouts, which was being torn apart from the inside by razor-thin mints.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:19 pm
He opens the box and throws a wad of money in. "That's all they really want." He deftly kicks the box out the window. There is the sound of glass breaking, followed by a series of crashes that goes on for three or four minutes, filled with bloodcurdling screams and moans of agony, made even more egregious by the obvious howls of the girl-scouts on the attack.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:24 pm
"pity, I hoping to use those razor-thin mints as a scalpel," The nurse sighed heavily and put a hand on His/her head, "Good work, doctor, now your brother is certainly doomed."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:31 pm
"Right," (s)he shrugged, " I'd explain more, but I feel a coma coming on," The nurse collapsed to the floor, His/her nametag clattering to the ground in a flurry of plastic.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:40 pm
Doctor Blade reached out to catch Lash, the entire scene slowing as s/he crashed into the ground. A single piece of the plastic name badge, glinting majestically in the light of the setting sun, drove itself into the Doctor's eye.
He fell to the ground beside the androgynous nurse. The last thing he saw as the vision through his remaining eye faded, was the purple umbrella his comatose object of affection toted with him/her wherever s/he went.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:52 pm
The nurse opened one eye and peeked out at the doctor. Satisfied that he was unconcious, (s)he stood up and brushed his/herself off. The Nurse smiled, "To be honest, I wasn't expecting that to work."
(s)he spoke into her spiked wristband, "We need a cart for doctor... umm sexual-harrasment guy. Room 314."
The Nurse turned away, leavng the room as (s)he dropped a single golden ring next to his head, a trail of tears glistening in the air in his/her wake.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:13 pm
the Nurse looks out over the ocean, His/her eyes filled with a nostaligic glimmering as she fingers a small diadem.
She/he opens her umbrella as the sky splits with lightning, heralding the storm to come. She/he smiled in reminiscence
Five months and twenty-nine days earlier...
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