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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[He'll likely die on the way there, but at least she tried, dammit.]
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I don't waaaaant to go to the doctor! It's probably going to be a drone-doctor, anyway! Or someone got given the job and they're probably a garbage man back home!
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Are you a doctor or a six-year-old? You need help and- [sigh] You're right, it probably would be a drone doctor.
[She would never wish that on anyone, so she finally lets go.] Okay, I'll go make a call and see if there are any real doctors in town.
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Calling is good. Yes. You... go make a call.
[...and when he's sure that she's distracted with the phone, he'll be attempting to make for the door. What an excellent distraction!]
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You are not-
[She drops the receiver and storms after him.]
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[He flings the door open and starts to bolt, starting to scream in... terror? Panic? It just feels like a good time to scream.]
...!
[And his super amazing getaway chase scene ends right past the front steps, when he stops to puke in the bushes.]
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gross.
Toni averts her eyes.]
Okay, get back inside and lay down on the couch. I'll go get a cold compress.
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...maybe now that it's out of my system, I'll be feeling better...?
[To the couch! ...being fussed over a bit wouldn't be so bad. He had so rarely been fussed over.]