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This has been the longest twenty-four hours of my life and I have nothing of substance to say other than OH GOOD GOD and WHAT THE HELL and variations on I HATE MY LIFE.

If you were stupid enough to venture out without proper defense, you probably got gnawed on. To which I say, oh, EXCELLENT job there. If you got bitten — or if you know anyone who did — or if you see anyone around who looks like they were — then get your/their ass to the hospital immediately. And when I say immediately, I don't mean dither on and on about it for fifteen minutes, twirling your hair and biting your fingernails and wondering oh, oh is this the right thing to do, oh should I just put them out of their misery? NO, you shouldn't. You should BRING THEM TO THE HOSPITAL. NOW.

We've got a vaccine.

Triple shift, here comes Jesus H. Cox.

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I'll be there as soon as I can get him there.

Drag him if you have to, the faster we can administer it the better.

But a cure is so... unlikely!

Hey, Doctor Cox, I'm glad you're okay though!!

Welcome to Babylon General, Andrew. Unlikely is our specialty.

Yeah yeah, you too something something your friend's been here for hours now. Cordelia beat you to the cuddling. Good job there.

Considering my line's been like "their misery: put them out of it," I feel kind of bad but uh. Yay cure!

I was going to ask which friend but I don't really have a lot of friends who Cordelia would be interested in cuddling, or at least not many she would actually go out of her way to act on that interest and oh my god Jonathan. I'll be right over.

Yeah, luckily it seems like no one took you up on that.

Again I say, GOOD JOB. He's only asked about you, oh, eighteen thousand times. Bring food.

Oh thank God.

No, thank medicine.

Good job. Best fake parents and useful to have around during zombie invasions. Medals all around or something.

Useful in the way where all I've been doing is sprinting around a hospital for twenty-four hours and barricading every entrance known to man, but yeah, something like that. Good job protecting Elle or whatever you did. Now we'll never go hungry.

Him and others and endless decapitation duty. Arm's killing me. There better not be any more crap like this until at least next week.

Again, this is Babylon. Next I'm sure it'll be the Ripley.

The what?

Oh good god, did I just accidentally make a nerd reference?

Take me out to pasture and shoot me. Just end it now.

Sorry, the trigger finger has the weekend off. But seriously, what's the Ripley? Because nerd references = viable threats here and all.

It's a Stephen King thing, and I maintain that just like Tarantino, King references are NOT nerdy. They're good taste.

Stephen King writes horror books, right? So I'm guess the Ripley is something very not good?

I actually can't give you any more details without revoking at least fifteen of my own man cards, but if I ever find an English copy of Dreamcatcher I'll show you.

I'm too tired to even make sense of that so I'll just say okay.

Great job, Doc. Hope they let you take a vacation after this, or something.

Yeah...I should probably show up.

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