Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-16 01:30 pm
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-16 01:30 pm
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03 - So Very Thirsty
[A - Action - 457 Stone Street, backdated to Monday]
[So there was the day's milk delivery. And there was the helpful poster, attached to the house's mailbox, declaring that the milk was "mandatory". Which brings us to the Doof, blithely going about his morning in a milk-free fashion. He's scrambling eggs! And making toast!]
Ha! "Mandatory", my nose! I am far too evil to comply with anything "mandatory"!
[And there's cackling, and general being pleased with himself as he eats his breakfast... But oh, the toast is dry. The eggs are too salty. He's thirsty...]
...boy, I could really use a glass of milk.
[No helping it, then. He pours himself a nice big glass, gulps it down, grimaces slightly...]
...That... wasn't so bad.
[Aaaaand he doubles over with sudden stomach cramps.]
[B - Action - Bakery, again backdated to Monday]
[Stomach cramps are no deterrent to Heinz Doofenshmirtz going to work! So there he is. At work. Pale, and shivering, and glassy-eyed, and making a valiant effort at frosting a cake. The pink roses are three layers deep, now.]
I... think I now understand why the letter said to... to not drink the milk....
[So there was the day's milk delivery. And there was the helpful poster, attached to the house's mailbox, declaring that the milk was "mandatory". Which brings us to the Doof, blithely going about his morning in a milk-free fashion. He's scrambling eggs! And making toast!]
Ha! "Mandatory", my nose! I am far too evil to comply with anything "mandatory"!
[And there's cackling, and general being pleased with himself as he eats his breakfast... But oh, the toast is dry. The eggs are too salty. He's thirsty...]
...boy, I could really use a glass of milk.
[No helping it, then. He pours himself a nice big glass, gulps it down, grimaces slightly...]
...That... wasn't so bad.
[Aaaaand he doubles over with sudden stomach cramps.]
[B - Action - Bakery, again backdated to Monday]
[Stomach cramps are no deterrent to Heinz Doofenshmirtz going to work! So there he is. At work. Pale, and shivering, and glassy-eyed, and making a valiant effort at frosting a cake. The pink roses are three layers deep, now.]
I... think I now understand why the letter said to... to not drink the milk....
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That's something you are not supposed to do here!
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[And he flops out flat on his back, staring up at Mart and his angry, too-full-of-teeth mouth.]
Aaaaah...
[Cramp seems to have worked itself out.]
Call it a sacrifice made for science.
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You could be dead right now.
And I'd be without cheesecake.
1/2
[Oh wait? What was that? Was that dramatically inappropriate wording? Was that more gurgles in his gut?]
2/2
[And weaving and windmilling, he rushes for the bakery's bathroom. And locks himself in.]
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Geez.
You okay in there?
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Well okay, it ends with a toilet flushing!]
May I please be left alone with my shame and my gastroenteritis? Please...?
[Exasperated. Sort of desperate sounding.]