No, you shouldn't. Mainly because Clarice was asked to go get some rest and refused several times. I'm allowed a bit of leeway in the name of preventative medicine. The last thing I wanted was another bout of sleep deprivation like Ms Jubilee's.
Joke, Doc, that's all. :) Sheesh, you've got more principles than an educators' convention, I know that. And anything that keeps short-and-purple over there away from the screaming lamb hallucinations is a good thing.
(c'mon, imagine me giving tsk face and tell me that doesn't make you snicker a little.)
Sorry, Jamie. Long week, and it's done very odd things to my sense of humour. Besides, I had visions of our doctor-phobes refusing to set foot anywhere near us again and dropping dead of something...
(okay, a little. Because your tsk face is rather amusing)
You'd just have to brush up your l33t ninja doctor skillz and write stealth prescriptions. Test people's reflexes by chucking rubber hammers at them with pinpoint accuracy from the mysterious all-encompassing shadows, and stuff. :)
(well, good. I'd hate to think I was losing my touch.)
You, Mr Madrox, are responsible for me snorting coffee. And for Moira coming in to find out what all the hysterical giggling was about. I think I have a costume for next Halloween...
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Date: 2004-11-17 04:27 pm (UTC)From:(c'mon, imagine me giving tsk face and tell me that doesn't make you snicker a little.)
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Date: 2004-11-17 10:41 pm (UTC)From:(okay, a little. Because your tsk face is rather amusing)
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Date: 2004-11-17 11:24 pm (UTC)From:(well, good. I'd hate to think I was losing my touch.)
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