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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/6
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stykeraThe birds of last week seemed to have flown away from the clinic. The pear tree, now partridge-free, was still in the lobby though.
"Maybe we should keep the tree?" Stark suggested as he handed over the morning's coffees. "It looks nice in here."
"As long as it doesn't start generating birds," one nurse said.
"Why would you say that out loud?" Another asked, shocked.
Stark just shook his head and settled in at the desk and said a hello to Stabby who appeared to be protectively crouching over 5 gold rings.
The clinic was open, the crab might be rich or engaged, and the alien was in.
"Maybe we should keep the tree?" Stark suggested as he handed over the morning's coffees. "It looks nice in here."
"As long as it doesn't start generating birds," one nurse said.
"Why would you say that out loud?" Another asked, shocked.
Stark just shook his head and settled in at the desk and said a hello to Stabby who appeared to be protectively crouching over 5 gold rings.
The clinic was open, the crab might be rich or engaged, and the alien was in.