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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/23
Monday, January 23rd, 2023 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark arrived at the clinic this morning and set the usual coffees down for the nurses and hung up his coat and only then noticed the nurses were all seated around Stabby's tank holding cards in their hands. And Stabby had cards in his tank held in one claw.
"What's going on?" he asked. He might regret asking but he also felt compelled to ask.
"You've Got Crabs!" a nurse said without looking up.
"I do not!" Stark replied, startled and offended.
"The game," the nurse said, managing an eyeroll without looking up. "Is called 'You've Got Crabs.'"
"Oh. Right. Um. Have fun?" Stark shook his head a little and went to sit at the desk.
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab and nurses were playing an unfortunately titled game.
"What's going on?" he asked. He might regret asking but he also felt compelled to ask.
"You've Got Crabs!" a nurse said without looking up.
"I do not!" Stark replied, startled and offended.
"The game," the nurse said, managing an eyeroll without looking up. "Is called 'You've Got Crabs.'"
"Oh. Right. Um. Have fun?" Stark shook his head a little and went to sit at the desk.
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab and nurses were playing an unfortunately titled game.