Simon began to look around the cabin, completely befuddled. "I cannot be certain, but it seems to know me."
"And he's here to deliver HOT. DICKINGS.
The color drained from Simon's face at that accusation. "...What?!"
"Ew! Didn't need to hear that! I hear enough of that sort of thing from Bell."
"TO GENIUS."
At first, Simon thought the high-pitched keening sound that he was hearing was an animal native to the jungle. It turned out that it was only Genius' initial sounds of protest.
"No! Nada, never, uh uh, are you kidding me?! I WOULD NEVER! I mean, no offense, Simon. You're an okay guy and a doctor and all and I'm sure you'll make some girl... or guy, very happy but I really can't--"
"Genius! Please." Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, willing both Genius and the disembodied voice to stop talking. It didn't wokr.
"PUMPING. THRUSTING. FISTING. DR. TAM DELIVERS!"
The look on Simon's face was pure horror. "I DO NOT!" He tried to convince himself that he was not losing his cool. The only reason he raised his voice was to be heard over Genius's constant chorus of "ew ew ew ew".
"HE'S THE RACIEST. THE DIRTIEST. THE NAUGHTIEST."
Absently, Simon's hand ran over his face, resting slightly over his mouth as he looked into space with a gobsmacked expression. "This must be what going mad feels like."
"See him in his next 5 star smut film DR. TAM HAMMERS GENIUS."
"Make it stop!" Genius wailed.
-----
By the time the Adventurers returned with the injured party they had been seeking out, they came back to a hut filled with equipment but devoid of life. A hastily scribbled note gave them precise instructions on exactly what they needed to do to create an antidote, with instructions to direct further questions over the journal.
"Well, how do you like that," one of the Adventurers grumbled. "Some doctors, leaving us high and dry.
"THAT'S HOW DR. TRAN ROLLS." a disembodied voice boomed from above them.
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:32 am (UTC)"And he's here to deliver HOT. DICKINGS.
The color drained from Simon's face at that accusation. "...What?!"
"Ew! Didn't need to hear that! I hear enough of that sort of thing from Bell."
"TO GENIUS."
At first, Simon thought the high-pitched keening sound that he was hearing was an animal native to the jungle. It turned out that it was only Genius' initial sounds of protest.
"No! Nada, never, uh uh, are you kidding me?! I WOULD NEVER! I mean, no offense, Simon. You're an okay guy and a doctor and all and I'm sure you'll make some girl... or guy, very happy but I really can't--"
"Genius! Please." Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, willing both Genius and the disembodied voice to stop talking. It didn't wokr.
"PUMPING. THRUSTING. FISTING. DR. TAM DELIVERS!"
The look on Simon's face was pure horror. "I DO NOT!" He tried to convince himself that he was not losing his cool. The only reason he raised his voice was to be heard over Genius's constant chorus of "ew ew ew ew".
"HE'S THE RACIEST. THE DIRTIEST. THE NAUGHTIEST."
Absently, Simon's hand ran over his face, resting slightly over his mouth as he looked into space with a gobsmacked expression. "This must be what going mad feels like."
"See him in his next 5 star smut film DR. TAM HAMMERS GENIUS."
"Make it stop!" Genius wailed.
-----
By the time the Adventurers returned with the injured party they had been seeking out, they came back to a hut filled with equipment but devoid of life. A hastily scribbled note gave them precise instructions on exactly what they needed to do to create an antidote, with instructions to direct further questions over the journal.
"Well, how do you like that," one of the Adventurers grumbled. "Some doctors, leaving us high and dry.
"THAT'S HOW DR. TRAN ROLLS." a disembodied voice boomed from above them.