Fandom Clinic, Monday 7/22

[stykera]

Paintball had not gone very well this morning. He and Summer had both been taken out far too early and Anakin had beaten both of them. Such an injustice. At least photography had been pleasant.

The usual supply of coffees in hand, he'd come into the office and found Stabby on the phone and the nurses watching with interest.

"He's trying to deal with an airline," a nurse said. "We're taking bets on how long he's stuck on hold."

Stark looked at everyone involved and shook his head.

The clinic was open, the crab was on hold and might be all day, and the alien was in.