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Good day, fellows. I surmised that an update was due, so I shall supply one.
Jermaine, Jr. and I were released from the hospital late this morning. J.J. is, unfortunately, slightly worse off than I. It turns out that he has multiple compound fractures over 90% of his body, which should have been obvious to me yesterday when I noticed bits of bone protruding from multiple places on his body. I suppose I simply thought that it was some new form of body modification of which I was previously unaware. I, on the other hand, am apparently quite lucky that the blade of that foul villain KillRoy managed to miss any major organs when it pierced me. My spleen is shot, but otherwise I'm doing fairly well.
It took a bit of doing, but I managed to persuade J.J. to remain by my side so that I could protect him from further possible attack. I suppose that I could have just commandeered his wheelchair without his permission, but I felt that course of action would be rude (especially given his star status). After checking the computer in the hospital cafeteria for the latest news on this week-long tragedy, we decided that the best course of action would be to make for Bio's deceased grandmother's house, where we've been for the better part of the day.
Everything is fine here at the moment. As stated before, I'm holding up well, considering the abuse that my body endured yesterday. My medication seems to have worn off completely and I'm feeling very strangely indeed. An alarming sense of clarity has eclipsed the warm blanket of befuddlement that the Welbutrin generally swaddles me in. The one good thing that has come out of my unmedicated state is that I've suddenly recalled that I have a B.S. in computer information systems, which, with the help of Bio's Commodore 64, should come in quite handy in the ensuing battle with the mob hackers. My skills are in your corner, fellows.
I'm pleased to hear that everyone is at the very least healthy and alive. Together, we will get through this trying time. Flux, keep your chin up and be a brave father for the sake of your children. Theo and Eddie Willis, be a good daughter and son and make this as easy on your daddy as possible. Todd, you should be ashamed of yourself. Flyboy, if you drop the soap, leave it where it lies. Q, we're going to try to make it to your battle with the fiend KillRoy. I shall take great relish in seeing his sorry end. But for now, I believe that I shall join Bio and J.J. in the parlor, where they're in the middle of some video called Messy Tentacle Scat 4. It sounds like just the kind of light-hearted romp I need right now to take my mind off of the situation. I bid you a hearty adieu. |
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