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[pwnsgod]

• Moved into the new place. I really appreciate the movers just dumping the heavy boxes, and leaving the cripple to lift them. Will take forever to unpack. Oh, well, something to do in this boring little town.
• I've set up web-cam consults with Seattle Grace, Boston General, and yes, Princeton-Plainsboro. Like I really trust Foreman with the

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[lulu8889]

Hello! Welcome to Aternaville.

As head in charge of Emergency Planning and Preparedness Committee, I'd like to take your name and residence in case we have another earthquake or natural disaster or something of the like. I suppose I can leave off the earthquake related questions.

Name:
Place of Residence:
Anything else you'd like me to know:

Oh, I'm Lulu by the way.

[pwnsgod]

Well, Lulu, I'd like you to know that if there is a "case of emergency" I want to be left alone.

[lulu8889]

Even if there's an earthquake and you're stuck in your building and because you didn't give me your name you're unaccounted for and no one can save you and you die?

[pwnsgod]

Sounds great.

[bfpierce]

If you need help come on down to the clinic. I'm Dr. Pierce.

[pwnsgod]

Uh, no. I never need to hear that word again.

[bfpierce]

What help? Fine, if you need assistance. Take your pick. Don't care, the offer's there.

[pwnsgod]

Clinic. Code word for Hell on Earth. And no, I don't think I'll need existence from the simple country doctors up here. I'm, like, word famous, you know. I can fix my own injuries.

[notdead_poet]

Creepy? House, I I'm telling you House, you know me. We lived together for over a year and you were more of a father than

I assume you're referring to me by 03? And here I thought you loved puzzles.

[pwnsgod]

I do love puzzles. I just don't like puzzles about me. Especially ones that lead to places I don't want to go.

And if I was more than a father to you, you've got the wrong guy. I am no one's father -- and I don't go for jailbait.

[notdead_poet]

Technically speaking, I'm not jail bait anymore. I was when we met, but I'm nineteen years old now. (Even more technically speaking, I was born in 1942 which would make me older than you are in terms of birthday.) Not that it's even an issue, since that was never how it was with us at all.

Although, you did initially invite me into your home because I looked like Dr. Wilson and you missed him. I had no idea who either of you were back then. So you tell me who was at fault for being creepy.

[pwnsgod]

I don't miss Dr. Wilson.

[going_inmy_blog]

Dude. Mortal Combat characters would -so- kick the ass of any DC character.

Except for Rorschach, maybe. 'Cause that dude is bad ass.

Barney Stinson. Bummer about the movers.

[pwnsgod]

Care to make it interesting? Cause I think you're wrong and I'll place a fifty on it.

[going_inmy_blog]

Sha. Name the time and place. Easiest score for a fifty ever.

So calling Sub-Zero!

[pwnsgod]

Name the time. I'll take your money.

[teapot_jones]

What is it with this town and bitchy (medical) doctors?

[pwnsgod]

There are others? I must know. I need to seek 'em out and stake my turf.

[teapot_jones]

This could be interesting. Will there be a cage match, possibly involving mud?

The doctor I know best is Owen Harper. Worst bedside manner ever.

[pwnsgod]

I like him already.