✖ Doc Worth ✖ Seventh Dose ✖ Video ✖

[amphetamedic]

[Worth is laughing. Really, really hard. And although the way he's laughing would sound familiar to anyone who knows him, the voice itself...

He smiles wide into the camera after exhaling a large plume of smoke. Worth is a most definitely a woman. And obscenely drunk.]

'M here today ta talk 'bout a serious thing thass plaguin' the nation--

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[faultlesscon]

[The horror. THE HORROR.] Worth? You're bloody serious?

[amphetamedic]

Serious as a disease that can be successfully treated if caught early on, o' course.

[Have a smile that's only slightly less creepy given the gender switch, as he clenches his half smoked cigarette between his teeth.] How ya feelin', Lexi?

[faultlesscon]

... I am not getting checked. [Would he rather get cancer? No but this is just... awkward.]

It's Alex--and I'm alright, just glad that zombie nonsense is over. What of you? I didn't see much of you last week.

[amphetamedic]

Wasn't offerin', ya dirty flirt.

[Worth chuckles to himself and plucks the cigarette out of his mouth to take a swig of some unidentified liquor. Getting drunk is like, 1000 times easier when you're half your usual size!] S'cause I was a zombie. Just puttered 'round my office, fer the most part. Kinna nice, actually.

[faultlesscon]

Good. [There's just a grimace on his end and lovely--Worth is wasted again!]

Didn't cause harm to others. Sounds fair. And your reward for that is apparently... this.

[amphetamedic]

S'not muchuva reward, but I admit I was a bit surprised ta find a pair o' tits at the bottom of my cereal box this mornin'.

What'd you find?

[faultlesscon]

That I somehow avoided being affected--and if I have, then it's gone undiscovered.

At least it's not a repeat of last week or something worse.

[amphetamedic]

Ya realize that anyone who says they ain't affected usually have a big bad brewin' somewhere in their brain, yeah?

[...ugh. Stupid Hanna and stupid promises.]

If ya need anythin'--feelin' odd or need someone ta check ya out--feel free ta pop by.

[faultlesscon]

Perhaps I'll make it to reset if there's a bomb strapped to my head. [He shrugs and--then promptly stops to look at the other oddly.]

I'll keep it in mind.