Clinic Evening Hours

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*DEATH opens the clinic for the evening, taking up position at the reception desk. He appears to be reading a manual on theraputic dance and humming "All That Jazz" in a disturbingly dirge-like manner.

A small sign is posted in the clinic that reads:

FREE DANCE LESSONS. GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
(TRUST ME, I WOULD KNOW.)

The Clinic is Now Closed. The doctors are likely on call, but DEATH has left the building.

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Re: Exam 1, NFB

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*DEATH nods, satisfied that his schedule will not be further disrupted by this unforseen event, stands quickly, taking his scythe in hand.*



*DEATH speaks to the dragon, one last time.*

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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Tick stood up much more quickly than a normal person would have it they had been hit with that same block of wood. "Thank you, DEATH! Have a very nice night! Oh, and I got some sandals for the dancers that I think will work just fine!"

Lockheed immediately hopped on Tick's shoulder while holding the wood block. /Yes, sir. I'll be sure to stop by,/ he said, leaning away.

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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*DEATH watched them go and then pulled a small rubber duck out of his robes.

It quacks meaningfully.*