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So, upon arriving in Medlab to perform the daily menial labour that is my proper penitence I received a suggestion from a certain redheaded physician which upon its elaboration I feel compelled to share with the mansion at large. This suggestion, sans the scathing speculations of my intellectual capacity, being summed up as "always wash your hands." Particularly after coming in contact with a biological agent of dubious origin.

Well I didn't know!

My apologies, Terry. That was rather entirely my bad, as Dr. Voght has informed me. Extensively.


I have also been informed I have effected the successful regeneration of several significant portions of anatomy. Several which I were not even aware existed. I am not so much familiar with the capabilities of a spleen, but Forge seems quite happy with one so I suppose that counts as a technical win.

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I apologise to Bobby as well.

And not solely because I know this incident cannot fail to earn copious "Typhoid Mari" jokes from Forge. Bugger, how is the collatoral damage still piling up? It's gone a month now!

Clearly I possess Talents.

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I'm just amazed that the Killer Cootie Cutie managed to tailor a virus aimed at Dr. McCoy, hit you, and bounce to Terry. That's like this domino effect of vengeance, the gift that just keeps on giving.

If I ever lose my mind and start dating crazy people? Hit me in the head until I get back to sanity.