TogetherAgain
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Rowlf: <in Dr. Bob outfit> Well, let's take a look at the patients for today... <Goes into kitchen>
Chef: <on his pull-out bed, not wearing his hat> <mumbles> Meer de bun de boor...
Dr. Bob: Patient number one! <settles beside bed and puts paw on Chef's shoulder> What seems to be the trouble?
Chef: Meer de heermtsy bur de tubny fur de bur de hoodehoodewonsen...
Dr. Bob: ...<aside> My job gets a little ruff when I can't understand 'em. <Reaches into standard-issue doctor's-black-bag and pulls out Mock-Swedish-to-English dictionary> Let's see here... <flipping through pages> Andestoodurna... Doopundegurzna... Guumdeburshky... Ah-ha! Heermtsy... <examines page>
Chef: <reaches out, takes dictionary from Dr. Bob, turns it upside down, and hands it back>
Dr. Bob: <re-examines page> Ohhh, I get it now. <Nods> <turns to Chef> Your stomach hurts, mm?
Chef: Mer de heermtsy...
Dr. Bob: Well, lemme check your reflexes. <puts book away> <reaches into bag, pulls out picture of a chicken, and holds it for Chef to see>
Chef: ...<waves hand at chicken picture> Guur de ootsie do kootchie...
Dr. Bob: Hmm. <Puts away chicken picture and pulls out picture of a rat>
Chef: ...<moves hand in vague chopping motion and tries to look around> Whur de cleavie? Whur de...
Dr. Bob: Interesting. <puts away rat picture and pulls out picture of a steak>
Chef: ...<waves hand at steak picture> Gibbun de baskie... whur de baskie...
Dr. Bob: I see. <puts away picture> I'm afraid you have a most SEVERE case of Hypersugaboo. It is caused by eating too much Halloween candy. You're in the third stage; a terrible tummy-ache and the crash of the earlier sugar high. You just relax for a bit. Don't eat again until you're hungry, and then, eat something healthy. But no apples! Those darn things will put me out of business. Now, on to the next patient... <goes to Robin's cubby hole under the window>
Robin: <curled up in cubby hole, wiggling flipper> <moans and looks at tummy>
Dr. Bob: And here's the second patient! <crouches by cubby hole> What seems to be the trouble?
Robin: My tummy hurts! It hurts really really bad. And it hurts really REALLY really bad when I wiggle my flipper!
Dr. Bob: So don't wiggle your flipper.
Robin: <Stops wiggling flipper> <taps hand against bed> My tummy still hurts.
Dr. Bob: Ah-ha! You're in the SECOND stage of Hypersugaboo; a bad tummy ache, but still on the sugar high.
Lisa: <suddenly leaps off of exercise ball, sending it rolling halfway across the room> THANK YOU! I LIVE! I live. OH thank goodness!
Dr. Bob: Hold on. I think I hear a case in stage one! <goes over to Lisa>
Lisa: <Looks around> Where's... Oh! <darts halfway across the room, rolls ball back to desk, and sits down> Phew...
Dr. Bob: What's all the racket?
Lisa: Oh, hi Row--Dr. Bob. Sorry, I just... <Shakes head> <holds hands out to computer> The program froze up, and I was TRYING not to panic, and it finally said it wasn't responding and gave me the options of waiting for it to respond, which I don't have time for, or closing the program, with the warning that I could lose information, and I was worried because I hadn't saved it in a while, and... <Shakes head> But it's fine. It didn't lose anything I typed, just the arrangement of this box... <moves mouse a little and clicks a couple times> It's okay. <Sigh> PHEW...
Dr. Bob: <aside> Hypersugaboo, my right paw! If anything, she hasn't had ENOUGH Halloween candy. This is a clear-cut case of your typical college stress. <to Lisa> Professors overload you again?
Lisa: Well... <mainly focused on computer> It's partly that, I guess, but--just-- ...ONE of these days, I'll learn not to procrastinate.
Dr. Bob: Mm-hm. <Nods gravely> And one of these days, the earth will circle the moon. <Goes back over to Robin>
Lisa: ...<Blink> <looks at Dr. Bob, who by this time is back at Robin's cubby hole> ...<blink> ...It could happen! ...Someday... <sigh> <turns back to computer>
Chef: <on his pull-out bed, not wearing his hat> <mumbles> Meer de bun de boor...
Dr. Bob: Patient number one! <settles beside bed and puts paw on Chef's shoulder> What seems to be the trouble?
Chef: Meer de heermtsy bur de tubny fur de bur de hoodehoodewonsen...
Dr. Bob: ...<aside> My job gets a little ruff when I can't understand 'em. <Reaches into standard-issue doctor's-black-bag and pulls out Mock-Swedish-to-English dictionary> Let's see here... <flipping through pages> Andestoodurna... Doopundegurzna... Guumdeburshky... Ah-ha! Heermtsy... <examines page>
Chef: <reaches out, takes dictionary from Dr. Bob, turns it upside down, and hands it back>
Dr. Bob: <re-examines page> Ohhh, I get it now. <Nods> <turns to Chef> Your stomach hurts, mm?
Chef: Mer de heermtsy...
Dr. Bob: Well, lemme check your reflexes. <puts book away> <reaches into bag, pulls out picture of a chicken, and holds it for Chef to see>
Chef: ...<waves hand at chicken picture> Guur de ootsie do kootchie...
Dr. Bob: Hmm. <Puts away chicken picture and pulls out picture of a rat>
Chef: ...<moves hand in vague chopping motion and tries to look around> Whur de cleavie? Whur de...
Dr. Bob: Interesting. <puts away rat picture and pulls out picture of a steak>
Chef: ...<waves hand at steak picture> Gibbun de baskie... whur de baskie...
Dr. Bob: I see. <puts away picture> I'm afraid you have a most SEVERE case of Hypersugaboo. It is caused by eating too much Halloween candy. You're in the third stage; a terrible tummy-ache and the crash of the earlier sugar high. You just relax for a bit. Don't eat again until you're hungry, and then, eat something healthy. But no apples! Those darn things will put me out of business. Now, on to the next patient... <goes to Robin's cubby hole under the window>
Robin: <curled up in cubby hole, wiggling flipper> <moans and looks at tummy>
Dr. Bob: And here's the second patient! <crouches by cubby hole> What seems to be the trouble?
Robin: My tummy hurts! It hurts really really bad. And it hurts really REALLY really bad when I wiggle my flipper!
Dr. Bob: So don't wiggle your flipper.
Robin: <Stops wiggling flipper> <taps hand against bed> My tummy still hurts.
Dr. Bob: Ah-ha! You're in the SECOND stage of Hypersugaboo; a bad tummy ache, but still on the sugar high.
Lisa: <suddenly leaps off of exercise ball, sending it rolling halfway across the room> THANK YOU! I LIVE! I live. OH thank goodness!
Dr. Bob: Hold on. I think I hear a case in stage one! <goes over to Lisa>
Lisa: <Looks around> Where's... Oh! <darts halfway across the room, rolls ball back to desk, and sits down> Phew...
Dr. Bob: What's all the racket?
Lisa: Oh, hi Row--Dr. Bob. Sorry, I just... <Shakes head> <holds hands out to computer> The program froze up, and I was TRYING not to panic, and it finally said it wasn't responding and gave me the options of waiting for it to respond, which I don't have time for, or closing the program, with the warning that I could lose information, and I was worried because I hadn't saved it in a while, and... <Shakes head> But it's fine. It didn't lose anything I typed, just the arrangement of this box... <moves mouse a little and clicks a couple times> It's okay. <Sigh> PHEW...
Dr. Bob: <aside> Hypersugaboo, my right paw! If anything, she hasn't had ENOUGH Halloween candy. This is a clear-cut case of your typical college stress. <to Lisa> Professors overload you again?
Lisa: Well... <mainly focused on computer> It's partly that, I guess, but--just-- ...ONE of these days, I'll learn not to procrastinate.
Dr. Bob: Mm-hm. <Nods gravely> And one of these days, the earth will circle the moon. <Goes back over to Robin>
Lisa: ...<Blink> <looks at Dr. Bob, who by this time is back at Robin's cubby hole> ...<blink> ...It could happen! ...Someday... <sigh> <turns back to computer>