Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170951 times)

"Bro, I've already claimed this problem, get out."
"I've known her for longer than you."

"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."

"Fine."
I call for Alexia.

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

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

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

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

"I never said I wanted my countless scratches and bruises fixed. I said I wanted you to exit."
"Just let her fix you."

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

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

"Most likely don't have any."

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

"Don't touch me with that thing!"

"Don't touch me with that thing!"
"Just because you might not feel the infection doesn't mean it's not dormant."

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