Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]

[Gojira]

"Bro, I've already claimed this problem, get out."

"I've known her for longer than you."

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[Jokey365]

"I'm also the one with a possibly bruised ribcage. Alexia won't do anything about my bleeding, so let me solve this problem so I can gain the good feeling that I helped somebody so that my exploding isn't a complete waste."

[Gojira]

"Fine."
I call for Alexia.

[Jokey365]

"I'm not asking you to order the other woman to fix me. I'm asking you to get out."

[xxxxkill]

"What," I say, walking into the room, scalpel in hand.

[Gojira]

"He wants his wounds fixed, and he wants me out of here. The latter's not happening."

[Jokey365]

"I never said I wanted my countless scratches and bruises fixed. I said I wanted you to exit."

[Gojira]

"I never said I wanted my countless scratches and bruises fixed. I said I wanted you to exit."

"Just let her fix you."

[Jokey365]

"Why? I'm certain I'm only scratched up and bruised... and bleeding slightly."

[Gojira]

"Why? I'm certain I'm only scratched up and bruised... and bleeding slightly."

"Infections."

[Jokey365]

"Most likely don't have any."

[xxxxkill]

I groan, wanting to get back to what I was doing which obviously wasn't masturbating no sirree. I prepare some alcohol.

[Jokey365]

"Don't touch me with that thing!"

[Gojira]

"Don't touch me with that thing!"

"Just because you might not feel the infection doesn't mean it's not dormant."

[Jokey365]

"I'm fine!" I shout as I almost trip due to injury.