Church:
[re-enters the Blue Base and hears some racket going on*]
Hey Doc, what the hell is going on in there?
Frank DuFresne:
Church, everything's fine. Basically, he's just resting.
Church:
Doesn't sound like he's resting.
Frank DuFresne:
That's not Tucker; that's our new arrival! He got a lot of energy since his first feeding.
Church:
Tucker... *fed*... the baby? Gross.
Frank DuFresne:
Actually, Caboose was kind enough to donate some blood. You know what they say: it takes a village.
Church:
How'd you get him to agree to that?
Frank DuFresne:
It's amazing what Caboose will do if you promise him a cookie and a glass of orange juice.
Church:
But he hates needles!
Frank DuFresne:
No needles! It turns out if you just expose some bare skin, the little guy just digs right in! It's like a miracle to see nature at work!
Caboose:
[arriving on the scene, looking very weak*]
I feel dizzy!
Church:
Uhm... is he gonna be okay?
Frank DuFresne:
Tucker's kid drank half a gallon in one go. Isn't that cool? I think he's gonna be a linebacker. Or a vampire. Or a vampire linebacker! That'll be crazy!
Caboose:
[looking up at the ceiling*]
Ooooooooo...
Frank DuFresne:
Anyway, blood is pretty important. So Caboose is bound to have some side effects like dizziness or nausea or sensitivity to light...
Caboose:
I think I'm going to stop standing up now.
[falls to the ground*]
Frank DuFresne:
Or passing out.
Caboose:
Church, if I die, I want you to have my orange juice...
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