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Aug. 30th, 2006 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeThe door into the Firehouse from the alley opens, and there is a tiny, tiny sound:
"Oooow."
"DR. STANTZ! ARE YOU OKAY?" cries Janine, who's been at her desk since 8:30 this morning. "We were all worried about-"
"Janine, if you ever placed any kind of value at all on my life or sanity, please crank your volume down about twenty notches, okay?"
Which would be fine, except:
"WURF WURF WURF WURF WURF-"
"ohgodFrancisplease, quiet, quiet boy..."
"Oooow."
"DR. STANTZ! ARE YOU OKAY?" cries Janine, who's been at her desk since 8:30 this morning. "We were all worried about-"
"Janine, if you ever placed any kind of value at all on my life or sanity, please crank your volume down about twenty notches, okay?"
Which would be fine, except:
"WURF WURF WURF WURF WURF-"
"ohgodFrancisplease, quiet, quiet boy..."
