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Stark was at the clinic Monday morning for his regular shift just as he always was. He had coffees for the nurses just as he always did.

"Were you yourselves this weekend?" he asked the nurses. A series of shrugs, nods, and headshakes followed.

Stabby nodded vigorously. Which looked weird, because crab. Maybe too vigorously. Was the crab being suspicious? Probably. He usually was.

The clinic was open, the crab was slightly too cheerful, and the alien was in.
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Stark had picked up rainbow cookies yesterday at JGoB that he brought for the nurses (and any visitors, honestly) along with the usual coffee delivery.

Stabby was painting a picture of rainbow lobsters in his tank, apparently in a creative mood again and no longer quite so obviously plotting something. For now.

The clinic was open, the crab was being artsy, and the alien was in.
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Stark had more than a few war dead to remember on a day like today but that was something he could do later. For now he was at the clinic, ready to help the living should any of them need it.

There were coffees for the nurses, of course. If Stark ever forgot that it would be a sign that something was very wrong.

Stabby was quiet in his tank this morning which, given last week's odd behavior surrounding invasions, everyone was treating as suspicious. That seemed only fair. Stabby was nearly always suspicious. And who knew what missives he might be sending out on his tiny computer.

The clinic was open, the crab was still sus, and the alien was in.
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Stabby was, apparently, out of sorts that the invasion on Friday had involved lizards and not a single sea creature.

"You want us invaded by sea creatures?" a nurse asked suspiciously.

Stabby then clammed up.

Stark and the nurses watched him suspiciously the rest of the shift.

The clinic was open, the crab was sus, and the alien was in.
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"Still fine?"

Stark rolled his eye at the nurse who asked the question and set down the regular coffee order.

Stabby was engrossed in an article about hermit crab trafficking and didn't even look up.

"Hermit crab smuggling operation going on in Japan," a nurse said. "He's very invested."

Stark just nodded and sat down with his own coffee.

The clinic was open, the crab was reading about crustacean crimes, and the alien was in.
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When Stark arrived at the clinic he was slightly soaked from the rain but he's kept the coffees safe and that was the most important thing.

Or something like that.

"Oh take off that hoodie! If you had hair you'd look like a drowned rat."


There were always extra clothes at the clinic in case someone might need something. Stark was soon in a pink (sigh) crab hoodie.

At least it was dry.

The clinic was open, the crab was amused by the hoodie, and the alien was in.
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Stabby was playing solitaire next to his tank today. He had crab-sized cards that had ocean designs on them and were actually quite pretty.

Stark stopped to admire them, declined an offer to play a game of poker, and settled in at the desk with his own coffee and handed over the ones for the nurses as well.

The clinic was open, the crab was hoping to fleece someone at cards, and the alien was in.
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Stark had ended up falling asleep on Summer's couch yesterday after the brownies had proven potent. He might have been helped along, too. He wasn't sure. In any case he'd woken up this morning with a blanket covering him and gone home to shower quickly and change before heading in to the clinic.

Stabby's half-lobster children had made another appearance this weekend and Stabby was happily engrossed in entertaining them when Stark arrived bearing coffees.

He made his hellos, admired the young crustaceans, and settled in at the desk.

One of the nurses kept giving him odd glances and looking at the door.

"No children for me this time," he said quietly. "It was... quiet."

The clinic was open, the crab had visitors, and the alien was in.
stykera: (probably gonna die)
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The crab was asleep today with a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the tank.

"He had a rough weekend," one nurse whispered. "And he's real cranky so try not to wake him up. You can wake me up though. Coffee?"

Wordlessly, Stark set down the coffees and picked up his own.

The clinic was open, the crab was asleep, and everyone was being quiet. For now.
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Stabby was working on artwork today.

The medium of choice was crayon and there were interesting drawings of all the clinic staff made by both the crab and some of the nurses.

"S'national Crayon Day," a nurse said, sliding a box of Crayolas over to Stark after he set down the usual coffees.

"Draw something!"

The clinic was open, the crab was making wax masterpieces, and the alien was staring at a blank sheet of paper.
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There was a giant crab sculpture in the clinic lobby today. At least Stark thought it was a sculpture. Perhaps it was meant to be functional.

"Stabby bought it off seaBay," a nurse explained. "Didn't check the dimensions."

"I see," said Stark. "It's... something."

"It really is," another nurse agreed before picking up a coffee and heading into the back to do something.

The clinic was open, the crab had been doing some shopping, and the alien was in.
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The nurses were practically bubbling over with excitement over having an actual patient that needed dealing with in the clinic yesterday.

Will was... well, Will was dealing with the fact that once again someone had added some extra zeroes when ordering stock. What on Earth was he supposed to do with 100 boxes of tongue depressors?
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The nurses and Stabby were all wearing green today. Stabby's green was a ridiculous tiny hat but it still counted.

"He's gonna pinch you," a nurse warned Stark. "Don't get close."

"I have a green shirt!" Stark protested.

"You've met the crab. Do you really think wearing green will prevent pinching?"

Stark gave the tank a wide berth, hoped Stabby wouldn't leave said tank, and settled in at the desk.

The clinic was open. The crab was pinchy. The alien was in.
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Stabby was playing video games in his tank. Stand tank also seemed to have some new blocks with question marks on them in it but Stark was just going to nod and move on.

The nurses were not playing games though one was offering advice to Stabby and another just providing color commentary.

Stark set down the day's coffees and settled himself at the desk. Maybe later there would be a 2 player game? Or a tournament.

For now the clinic was open, the crab was playing a game with mushrooms and plumbers, and the alien was in.
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Stark looked like he'd spent a week relaxing in the sun. Because he had.

He'd brought back some rum for the nurses and delivered that today along with the usual round of coffees.

Stabby got a little carved crab to decorate his tank with. Stark didn't want him to feel left out.

The clinic was open, sadly not in a tropical locale, and the alien was in.
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The clinic was a bit calmer this week than last week. Stabby was lounging in his tank looking extremely smug after his trip to visit his lobsters. None of the nurses were locked away in any closets or exam rooms together.

Stark had a very normal coffee order that he'd brought in with him and everything was back to business as usual. Well, 'business' was a strong word for the clinic. It was a quiet place.

"Anything of note today?" Stark asked as he set down the coffee and bagels he'd brought with him. "Or just...another day?"

"Just another day. Deep clean got done yesterday. Might get some people in for a pulled muscle or two? We'll see."

The clinic was open, the crab had had a very good week, and the alien was in.
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Stabby was packing a suitcase when Stark arrived at the clinic.

"Going to visit his lobsters," a nurse said. "On account of the pollen."

"Right. The pollen." Stark nodded, cleared his throat, and held out the morning's coffee. "It's a stronger brew, they said. At the Perk."

"Might need something strong." The nurse nodded in return and turned away. "Oh. You should unpack those boxes there. Set up the display. None of us got to it yet."

The boxes were nearly overflowing with a variety of useful items for this week, including a number of extremely informational pamphlets about any number of topics including several on safety and consent. There were condoms, of course, a huge selection. There was lube. There was bottled water and sports drinks.

Stark was attempting to focus on setting things up and not on the actual items. He was at work. He was working. He was being useful.

The clinic was open, the crab was planning a romantic getaway, and the alien was in and trying not to think too much.
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"He's protesting the groundhog," a nurse said before Stark could say a word. "Doesn't want 6 more weeks of winter and he's tired of what he calls rodent tyranny."

Stark blinked at the nurse, looked at Stabby's tank which was surrounded by signs, and decided it was best not to question things.

"I don't want more winter either," he said finally. "Here. Coffee?"
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The blanket was still covering Stabby's tank, but the sign had been updated to read Not Today Either.

The nurses hadn't totally noped out, but were all dressed in things like snuggies, fuzzy housecoats, and oversized cozy sweaters.

"It'd be unethical for us not to be around to help if someone was like, dying," explained one of the nurses to Will over a mug of hot chocolate the size of their head. "But don't expect any paperwork to get done today."
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When Stark arrived at the clinic today he found Stabby's tank covered with a blanket bearing a sign that said simply Not Today.

Stark gave the nurses a curious look. "He's got the right idea," one said. "I'm thinking about joining him."

Stark had no good response to that so he just nodded.

The clinic was open, the crab was noping out of the day, and the alien was in.
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Stark walked in, clutching the day's coffees, and set them on the desk with a very pathetic sounding "it's cold."

"We know," the nurses chorused. "Warm in here though."

Stabby even had a little sunlamp aimed at one end of his tank where he was sitting on a tiny beach chair and scrolling through his phone.

"TikTok," a nurse said by way of explanation.

Stark just shrugged. He was still free of all social media, somehow, even after his long association with Summer.

The clinic was open, the crab was watching short videos, and the alien was unhappy about the cold.
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Today, Stabby had a little crab-sized bow and arrow as well as a target set up on the other side of his tank for him to shoot arrows at.

"He's branching out from stabbing," one of the nurses explained.

"Honestly, I'm just glad he's keeping it contained to his tank," Will said. "Last thing we need is someone coming in to the clinic with one problem and ending up with a tiny projectile wound."

"Is it, though?" One of the other nurses asked. "I'm just saying, it's kind of boring around here. A little injury would give us something to do."
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The little pear tree, still birdless, remained in the clinic lobby.

Stabby, of course, remained in his tank. Today he had a tiny wrapped package in there with him.

"He got you a birthday present, for tomorrow," one of the nurses said when Stark out the day's coffees. "He bought something off seaBay, i think."

"Thank you Stabby." Stark told him, grinning, as he reached for the gift.

The clinic was open, the crab was feeling generous, and the alien was in.
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The birds of last week seemed to have flown away from the clinic. The pear tree, now partridge-free, was still in the lobby though.

"Maybe we should keep the tree?" Stark suggested as he handed over the morning's coffees. "It looks nice in here."

"As long as it doesn't start generating birds," one nurse said.

"Why would you say that out loud?" Another asked, shocked.

Stark just shook his head and settled in at the desk and said a hello to Stabby who appeared to be protectively crouching over 5 gold rings.

The clinic was open, the crab might be rich or engaged, and the alien was in.
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There was a kiddie pool full of swans in the middle of the clinic lobby.

Not to mention an absurd number of other birds. And a tree. Still.

"It's- " one of the nurses started to say.

"Seven swans a-swimming," Will finished. "Yeah. Don't worry. I get it."
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Stark was at the clinic as usual with his coffees for the nurses and himself. It was almost the end of peppermint coffee season but hopefully the new year would bring some new flavors to the Perk.

That would have to wait though. Coffees were less important than whatever was happening around Stabby's tank.

"Why are there so many birds?" Stark asked, staring as he tried to find an empty space to set the coffees down. "Why is there a tree in here?"

"His true loves have been sending him gifts," a nurse said. "You know. The lobsters? Today we've got 6 geese-a-laying which...just avoid the geese. Don't want anyone getting bit. They've set up a nice nesting spot over there and we're all just going to let them be for as long as they need."


The clinic was open, the crab had a lot of gifts, and the alien was in and confused.
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There was a metal pole in the lobby of the clinic when Stark arrived. There was a matching, smaller pole, inside Stabby's tank.

Stabby also had a list next to him.

"It's Festivus," a nurse explained. That wasn't much an explanation.

"He's ready for the Airing of Grievances. And the Feats of Strength."

Stark just nodded and sipped his own coffee after handing over the rest of the drinks.

The clinic was open, the crab had a list of grievances to air, and the alien was in.
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It really shouldn't have surprised Will at all to walk into the clinic and find it (and Stabby's tank, and Stabby himself) decorated with-

"Crab lights?"

"Crab lights," one of the nurses nodded.

Okay then.
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Stark had remained unmolested by mistletoe on his walk to the coffee shop from his apartment and from the coffee shop to the clinic.

He was, one might say, blissfully unaware of what day of Fandom weirdness it was. Until he walked in to the clinic and saw that Stabby had a sprig of mistletoe in his claw with tiny shredded greenery scattered around his tank.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes," a nurse said, grinning. "Happy mistletoe day! Don't open that cupboard there. We've got some trapped. Hope nobody needs bandaids."

The clinic was open, infested with mistletoe, the crab was taking care of what he could, and the alien was in.
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The crab was overly fond of the tinsel. It was everywhere in and around his tank.

"Everything is so shiny," Stark said as he pulled some tinsel off his mask after getting inside the clinic. Stabby held up a demanding claw until Stark handed him said tinsel.

"He's loving it," a nurse agreed before taking one of the coffees Stark had set down on the desk and removing some tinsel from the lid and dropping it into Stabby's waiting claw.

The clinic was open, the crab was living his best shiny life, and the alien was in.
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There were ponies. In sweaters. Even Stabby was pleased by this development and was slicing carrots into smaller pieces to pass out to the ponies.

The carrots were courtesy of Stark who had, upon seeing his first pony this morning, immediately run back up to his apartment for a bag of carrots.

The clinic was open and all employees including the crab were charmed by the ponies. And yes, Stark was taking lots of photos.
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"He's getting in touch with his inner child," a nurse said before Stark could even question why the crab was cuddling a stuffed octopus and watching cartoons.

"Oh. Right. Was he smaller this weekend then? Or is he making up for missing out?"

Stabby didn't answer.

The clinic was open, the crab was reliving his younger days, and the alien was in.
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When Will came in to the clinic, he saw Stabby's tank had a blanket thrown over it.

"What's with that?" he asked.

"Oh, he's feeling extra crabby today, so we're letting him be."

"He's a crab," Will reasoned, reaching for the blanket. "How bad could it be?"

"They meant to say 'extra stabby," one of the other nurses piped up just as Will was about to pull the blanket off.

"You know what?" Will said, withdrawing his hand. "I'm just going to let him be."
stykera: (a little unhappy)
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Stabby was sitting in a tiny armchair in his tank, wrapped in blankets, and looking miserable.

"What's wrong?" Stark asked when he walked in.

"Oh, he's caught something."

"Caught...a fish?" Stark asked.

"Ha. No. He's sick but not sick so he's just sitting around feeling sorry for himself. He'll be fine. We think."

What did you do for an unwell crab, anyway? And how did a crab catch a cold or whatever this was?

The clinic was open, the crab was ill, and the alien was in.
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Stabby had kept his little pillowfort. Perhaps due to the fact that he seemed to have a new knife with which to defend his cozy fortress.

"I'm not sure waving the knife around is wise amongst all those pillows," Stark told him before he handed over the day's coffees and settled in at the desk.

So far the pillows remained unsliced. But for how long?
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The pillow fort was gone when Will came in to work today, however Stabby did have an armchair, in which he was sat reading a novel.

"David Lobsterfield?" Will asked, eyebrow raised.

"It's a classic," replied one of the nurses. "He's trying to expand his horizons."
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"He looks so comfortable," Stark said, impressed, as he looked at Stabby's flannel pajama-clad self. "Where did he get all the tiny pillows to build a fort?"

"Stabby works in mysterious ways," a nurse intoned. "Hope you brought cozy coffees this morning."

The clinic was open, the crab had declared out to be Pajama Day, and the alien was in.
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Stabby was being quite Stabby today but thankfully he was stabbing a pumpkin over and over to make a jack-o-lantern and not attacking any patients or staff members of the clinic.

He'd already completed one pumpkin (it was a crab, of course) and was hard at work on a companion piece.

"Best not to disturb him," one nurse said. "Not when he's so knife happy."

Stark nodded, handed over the coffees and the maple candy he'd brought back from the trip, and settled in a safe distance from the knife-wielding crab at the desk.

The clinic was open, the crab was carving a lobster design into a pumpkin, and the alien was in.
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The weather was turning colder but not cold yet. Still, Stabby had apparently decided it was sweater weather for crabs. Where the crab had gotten a sweater was a mystery (though the answer was probably SeaBay) but it did look hand (or perhaps claw?)made.

Stark had a hoodie on, not a sweater, but he was drinking a PSL because he was reasonably sure that Summer wouldn't be stopping by before he could dispose of the evidence.

The nurses were drinking their own coffees, as usual, and admiring the stitching on the crab's sweater.

The clinic was open, the crab was cozy, and the alien was in.
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Stabby was still showing off Parents Weekend pictures, and Will? Will was being quizzed about his lack of visitors.

"Really?" One nurse asked, sounding skeptical. "Your brother didn't show up? Why?"

"It's complicated." Will said with a grimace.

"Well, what about that hot doctor?" Another nurse asked. "You know, the rich one?"

"Or your friend from med school? The one who was better than you at everything?"

"Not sure why you needed to add that particular qualifier," Will grumbled. "And how did you even know about her anyway? Or Connor for that matter?" Pay no attention to how he wasn't objecting to the use of 'hot doctor' to describe Connor Rhodes.

"We have our ways," the first nurse said mysteriously.

"Well, it's creepy. Stop it."
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Stark had had an odd sort of weekend. It had been good to see Chiana, of course, it was always good to see her even if she had been disappointed by the lack of Summer for most of the weekend. They'd still enjoyed their time.

So, it seemed, had Stabby. He was showing off photos of him with visiting crustacean relations to the nurses and to Stark.

"You didn't bring your guest to meet us," a nurse told Stark pointedly. "Stabby did."

"He lives here," Stark pointed out. The nurses were unimpressed with this excuse. But they were still enjoying their coffees.

The clinic was open, the crab had pictures, and the alien was in.
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Much like Stark yesterday, Will was offered a sticker fairly soon after arriving for work. The sticker was promptly affixed to the pocket of his lab coat.

"Nice," one of the nurses commented. Stabby clacked his claws in what Will was going to assume was approval.
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"Have a sticker," a nurse said as Stark entered with the morning's supply of coffee. "Stabby ordered a ton of sea creature ones off seaBay. He kept the lobsters for himself but there are plenty of crabs in the pile there."

"These are very cute. Thank you, Stabby."

The crab clacked his claws at Stark before getting back to whatever important crab business he was attending to.

Stark picked out a shiny sticker and stuck it to the back of his phone before settling in at the desk.

The clinic was open, the crab had a lot of stickers, and the alien was in.
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Stabby had a lovely chainmail something in his tank today. It was in shades of blue and purple and pink and he was gazing at it lovingly. At least it appeared to be a loving gaze. It was hard to tell with crustaceans.

"He got chain mail mail from his lobsters," a nurse said. "He's going to have to send a gift back but he doesn't know what yet."

"Gifts can be hard," Stark said as he handed over the morning's coffees to a nurse and took his own to the desk. "Good luck, Stabby."

The clinic was open, the crab was mostly happy, and the alien was in.
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The lights were back to normal, but Stabby was... doing stretches?

"Crab-mps," one of the nurses informed Will before he could even ask.

"Right," Will shook his head. "Of course."
stykera: (huh?)
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"I didn't know crabs could get headaches," Stark said, peering into Stabby's darkened tank.

"Sure, sure. He described it as a 'crabbing pains between his eyes.'"

Stark just looked at the nurse who had spoken for a long moment then shook his head. "Of course."

"So we're trying to keep the volume and the lights down," another nurse said. "To help him out."

So the clinic was full of staff quietly drinking their coffees today. At least at first.
stykera: (not amused)
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Stark had coffees, as always, that he brought into the clinic with him. It was still iced coffee weather and pumpkin spice weather! These things should be taken advantage of.

Stabby was writing a letter, presumably to his lobster loves, and generally ignoring all the other clinic staff.

The clinic was open, the crab was busy, and the alien was enjoying his PSL.
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Stabby was still, well, kind of crabby when Will came in to the clinic that morning.

The nurses had clearly had enough of it, as they'd reactivated his PlentyOfCrustaceans profile and were trying to get him to look at different profiles.

Stabby was having none of it, for the record.
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Stabby was moping today.

"He misses the lobsters and Navaan," one nurse said sagely. "But we bought some Crab Union merch to cheer him up. Here, change your shirt."

Stark took the shirt tossed to him and quickly pulled off his own shirt and replaced it with the Crab Union one.

"Thanks for the coffees."

Stark nodded, smiled, and settled in at the desk.

The clinic was open, the crab was mopey, and the alien was in (though his new shirt was a little too tight).
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No classes this week meant Stark was at the clinic earlier than he had been of late. He still had all the coffees in hand for the nurses though, including multiple fall flavored ones.

Stabby, it seemed, was getting into the fall theme as well with some seasonal decorations going up inside and outside his tank. There was still glitter from last week as well. That was just how glitter worked. It lingered and sometimes replicated on its own.

The clinic was open, the crab was sparkly in a pumpkin spice sort of way, and the alien was in.

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