'Yeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' exclaimed the doctor disgustedly, as he awoke from the most disturbing dream.
He saw the giant squirrel retreating in panic from the scene, and glared at
@Lost4words, whom he suspected was somehow behind the shenanigans. He also cast a disapproving look in
@Sam91's general direction, who was laughing, apparently encouraging the newcomer's antics.
'If those two team up against me, I shall be in considerable danger of losing face,' thought the doctor to himself. Then he remembered how nice it was to be free from that meddling ego, and decided he had no reason not to forgive Lost4words for whatever trespasses he had committed against him. Besides, Sam91 had saved his life on mutiple occassions - admittedly, with a little help from her friends. If it wasn't for her, her museum of taxidermy would be featuring multiple sphinx specimens, given the number of his misadventures. He couldn't stay grumpy with Sam91 for long.
The doctor forced himself to smile at whatever joke the other two were laughing at, but the forced smile, together with the soap suds, came across more as psychotic-looking than good-natured. When he finally noticed the foam dripping from his mouth, everything made sense - well, at least, he thought it did. The bite to his left hand from the rabid squirrel, the queer taste in his mouth, the alarming dream about romance with said pretty-eyed squirrel, the merriment from the others that he may soon be gracing Sam91's museum of taxidermy as a permanent resident - everything pointed to him having contracted a fatal disease from that wayward marsupial.
The doctor repented his withholding from the others what had really happened in that squirrel pouch.
'Excuse me, Sam91?' asked the doctor.
'Why yes, Doctor Sphinx?' responded the other politely, with a face that was trying not to laugh, but not succeeding very well.
'I was hoping you may have some non-intrusive cures for rabies...' began the doctor.
'What makes you think you may have rabies?' asked Sam91, still managing to keep a somewhat straight face.
'Well, that marsupial...' the doctor began, 'it bit me,' he finished simply, showing the taxidermist/surgeon/ninja etc. the puncture wounds on his left hand.
'I think you'll need the small-but-nevertheless-effective-guillotine-of-truthfulness,' suggested the newcomer to Sam91.
Doctor Sphinx glared at Lost4words. 'My hand wouldn't fit,' he declared indignantly.
'Well how about the guillotine-of-righteousness then?' asked Lost4words.
Doctor Sphinx stared darkly at Lost4words. 'How did you know about that?' he asked crossly.
'Just common sense,' replied Lost4words. 'Where I come from, the guillotine-of-righteousness is often the soundest cure for rabies. Besides, I looked in her bag. She has lots of other guillotines in there, too'.
'Well, I asked Sam91 for something less invasive. I consider all guillotines to be somewhat-a-little-more-invasive-than-desirable for most medical conditions,' replied the doctor indignantly.
'I think you are both forgetting who the doctor is in this situation,' scolded Sam91.
To the doctor she said 'And if I think the guillotine-of-righteousness is the most suitable tool in this situation for your medical condition, that is what you'll be getting. Now, what were your other symptoms?'
'Long-windedness?' suggested Lost4words. Doctor Sphinx ignored him.
'Dreams about encounters with pretty-eyed, giant squirrels' stated the doctor, honestly but embarrassedly.
'Oh,' said Sam91. 'This condition is more serious than I realised.' To the doctor's dismay, and Lost4words' delight, she pulled from her doctor's toolkit the...