Fandom Clinic; Thursday [05/04].

[outofthequiver]

Stabby must have been very good at being a where-crab, because, when Libby came in that Thursday, he was still gone from the tank, and the nurses were still looking for him.

Well, more than likely, the nurses had sort of stopped caring, but, being updated on the situation (and with her Crab Union shirt proudly pulled on over what she'd worn in), Libby was giving it some thought.

"He isn't on any of the shell-ves?" she checked, unable to help a faint grin, and the nurses gave her a slightly withering look.

"What about the supply claw-set?" she tried.

"Maybe he went to the mainland and caught a taxi-crab to Baltimore?" She was really on a roll, huh? "No! To Crab-lanta!"

"Stop," pleaded one of the nurses, and Libby sheepishly hunched down a little with a small, apologetic smile.

"Sorry," she said, and went back to her work.

Or...well, tried to. She found herself mostly just trying to think of a good way to squeeze a pinch pun in there somewhere, too.

The Clinic is open!