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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.

Comments

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Don't SAY that! Are you nuts?

Great, if tomorrow we are besieged by telepathic robotic dinosaurs, I Blame You.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

We BETTER NOT. Man, I can smell stuff pre-cooking now and I'm hungry. The telepathic robot ninja dinosaurs have to go through me to get to the food, dammit.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

But the dinosaurs themselves could be delicious. I have heard ninjitsu confers a certain flavour, for example. You cannot know.

But then, I used to eat people. And, I am not ashamed to confess, kangaroo. I must say I preferred the kangaroo.

Butbut!

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Isn't the Kangaroo the national symbol of Australia or something? You eat your national symbols? But cute and cuddly. Not food!

Next you'll be telling me you eat Koalas too.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

I fear nothing. In fact, I thrill at the concept of Peril wreaked by forces other than, uh . . . myself.

I demand there be lasers.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

You remember the part where you don't have a healing factor at your disposal, right?

Since you are a Peril Magnet and the universe has decided to invariably link our destinies, (you and Peril always equalling me and Pain) I may be forced to attened to my wifely duties and lock you in a closet for our protection.