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[teutonic_terror]

[This is quite possibly the stupidest thing Medic has ever done in his entire fifty-one years on this earth. Despite the warnings, despite the people running around missing limbs, despite how long it took him to scrounge up the correct amount of boxtops (oh god, he scrounged like he had never scrounged before), he marched his ass down to the post-

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[teutonictraitor]

[[yes yes yes fucking YES. This was a very familiar voice and a very familiar somebody sitting in the middle of the street. Guntram put on his uniform the second he got it back, even if he had to do something with his glove, and he's creeping up behind Fritz and grinning like nobody's business.]]

Look vhat zhe cat dragged in! Herr Haydn himself. It has been quite a vhile, has it not?

[[this is officially the best day of his entire life (aside from you know. that whole deal.)--finds Fritz, finds Fritz with Kritz. Glorious.]]

[teutonic_terror]

[Wow, these drugs kick in fast. Hello, hallucination! Fritz waves cheerily in the direction that he thinks Guntram's voice is coming from, missing it by a mile, and then... pausing. Wait. Waaaait.

So, he doesn't exactly recognize Guntram's voice and he obviously can't see him but... what.]

To whom am I speaking?

[Not a trace of accent. Weird.]

[teutonictraitor]

Hm? You do not remember me! I am hurt, Herr. [[The lack of an accent is a little weird, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth here.]]

Und how fast you forget. I zhought I made such an impression on you.

[freakinblur]

[Just.... starrrrrrrrres. Doc you are the only thing on this planet that actually scares this Scout.]

What the flying fuck?

[teutonic_terror]

[Medic continues to bleed and huff and do his Medic-y things. Yep. Sorry Scout. Today is not your day for normalcy and non-fucked-up-ness. Keywords relevant.]

[springtime4me]

[Concerned Hitler is concerned. He approaches cautiously]

Are you okay, Sir? Do you need help?

[teutonic_terror]

Oh, no, no! My wonderful Kritzkrieg will heal me just fine!

[Huff. Huff huff. There is blue smoke with little blue crosses in it rising from the barrel. What is even happening here.]

[neverinthedeck]

[The Joker's walking down to the post office with a grocery bag full of box tops slung onto his shoulder. He's just gonna stop at the side of the street and stare at Medic for a few good seconds.]

Well, this place ain't so different from Gotham after all! Alebit, you're a bit older then some of the kiddies I've seen huffing drugs.

[teutonic_terror]

[Where is your voice even coming from Medic cannot tell excuse him he's a little. Er. Loopy right now, what with blood-loss and Kritz. So of course, the proper response is definitely a giggle.]

Never a moment like the present!

[neverinthedeck]

Mad as a March Hare.

[He can't help but laugh at this.]

So, besides the new mascot for an anti-drug corporation, who exactly am I speaking to?

[teutonic_terror]

[Aw. They're weird laugh buddies.]

Well, everyone calls me Medic because that's my job, you see...

[He chuckles again. The creepy thing is, like with Joker, there's a very sharp mind under the grinning and giggling.]

Graduated top of my class, you know... would you like to see the diploma? I'm afraid I may have lost it...