*examines neutralized corpse of Daax 8-X *
Ahhh.. ah yes... He is numb from his toes down. Just a case of Forum Burnout exacerbated by an apparent lack of pertinant information regarding ... something...hmmm.
SCAPPLE!!
Dr. Navarre: :-8
*2hours later*
Yes... see that empty spot there...
*nods head at area in patient's cranium*
'HJ' support structures please.
The sound of Dr. Navarre slapping the 'HJ' initials into Dr. Thaos' gloved hand breifly echoes across the room only to be replaced them being wiggled into place.
Dr. Nevarre suddenly chimes in "Why does that always remind me of running one's soaked finger across a wet water filled baloon?" His familiar chortle lends to a dead silence.
"That's why you never get to close the patients." said Dr. Thaos
"To this day the last patient STILL! doesn't appreciate your quilted patch anologies and there's not a hat in all of Elanthia that can cover the feathers you left."
Dr. Navarre:
Dr. Thaos: "There. He'll be fine after a trip to the Cleric and HJ will be all that's on his mind. Now to call Dr. Sylar and tell him we will no longer need his services."
The next fine Elanthian morn Daax awakens in a dim room with all curtians drawn to find Momma coddling her recovering youngling.
"Why are all the curtains closed." he mumbled
"Well," Momma responded, "They're fighting a huge fire across the street, and we didn't want you to wake up and think the operation had failed."
*As Elanthia Turns will return in a moment*