A Cunning Plan...

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::arrives outside the clinic with immorrisday::

::the two converse (i.e Jay talks a lot while Bob nods)::

::takes a deep breath, and walks inside::

::bites down on the Alka-Seltzer in his mouth, which therefore begins to foam and froth and spray::

::flails overdramatically::

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[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*runs into the clinc*

Hey my black man servant is having an attack out here! What's with you bitches? Get out here!

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

OOC: Oh. my. god. *dies*

[(Anonymous)]

[ooc: you ain't see nothing yet. assuming some clinic staff ever pay attention to the spazzing pudgy bastard.]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Is staff*

What the hell's going on out here?

[OOC: JAY AND SILENT BOB!!! WOOT!]

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::flails, and starts spraying foam on 2lsi_in_oneill::

::eyes Jay, hoping he'll start talking::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Covered in foam*

You better hope you have rabies.

*Is completely unfazed by the sight after a week in the dorms*

And what's symptoms? Aside from the foam of course.

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*looks at Bib and starts to cry overdramatically*

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Help him. I think he's got fucking lukemia, give him some weed."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::shakes his head vigorously when lukemia and weed are mentioned::

::flails::

::sprays::

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*cries even harder*

"We're losing him! I can't lose my best friend! Oh Silent Bob, don't leave me."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Thought they didn't let in little kids*

Lukemia. Weed. Right.

...

Well before I can give him any...weed I'm gonna have to make sure he's really sick. So here's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna take this big-ass needle here and shove it in Tons O' Fun's spine right? Then what I'm going to do is pull the plunger back real hard until I get a lot of fluid out of his back-bone, okay?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::looks at the needle::

::looks at Jay::

::looks back at the needle::

::gives 2ls_in_oneill the patented Silent Bob sad-puppy face::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Is having more fun than he's technically/legally allowed to*

Of course if he does have Lukemia then he gets a whole bunch of radiation and if he survives that then he goes bald.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::hears the word bald::

::blinks a couple times::

::swallows what's left of the alka-seltzer::

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

"But we get the weed after the needle, right?"

*looks at Silent Bob*

"Gotta take one for the team, lunchbox"

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::sad-puppy face turns into sadder-puppy face as Bob nods as he stares at the needle::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Actually no. After the needle comes me informing The Principle about you two braindead skeeves. But you're in luck! This week Professor Jerusalem is heading up the school I think.

I'm almost positive he will won't use the bowel disruptor on you. Right away.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::stares at O'Neill for a second, then shakes::

No. No. No.

Now, listen up. We've had a very bad day. Now, we came here hoping to get a freaking medicinal marijuana lisence, just so the cops couldn't confiscate our own weed the next time Kwik Stop clerk and his husband decided to call the cops on us.

We don't belong to your little play-school. You see, we're the adults here, and we hoped you kids wouldn't be such tight-asses about this. But guess what? You had to go and push a fat guy around, threatening him with needles and radiation and baldness. So, you know what? If you're not going to help us, you don't get to be one of the cool kids. It's that simple.

::crosses arms, very spent from all the talking::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

All you want is a lisence? Why did you just ask?

*Finds appropriate forms behind Chihuahua Roping lisence and Goat Herding Permit, stamps them with Official House Signature Stamp*

There ya go.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::stares for a second with disbelief::

::grins::

::hugs Jay::

::goes to hug O'Neill::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Touch me and you'll wish you'd been hit with the bowel disruptor.

[OOC: Perfect icon!]

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::quickly stops going for the hug, and takes the license::

::looks longingly at Jay::

::produces a boombox, sets it down, and starts playing Morris Day and the Time::

::dances::

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Stares at the dancing idiots*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: And I thought *I* had a rough day.]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Oh christ, this is what I find when I come into the clinic? Fucking stoners. If you need any help removing these gentlemen from the premises, let me know. Otherwise I'll be hiding under the desk.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I've got it, no worries if I need you I'll yell.

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

[OOC: TEARS!! TEARS are streaming down my face!!]

*Much applause is given*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I had the exact same reaction when you arested oatmanspatient in Study Hall. It was the best timing ever.]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I saw what happened in study hall tiday and I just want to say that it was one of the best things ever. Honestly.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Wild applause.]