MY LITTLE PONIES & GOATS (WHO ARE FOOD FOR DRAGONS)

[soulping]

[ In this isolated chamber, there are enough chairs around the rickety, rotten wooden desk to seat everybody. Some sunlight streams through the boarded windows to give enough light. You have pencils, pens, some scrap paper to brainstorm with, and a formal test sheet to put your final answers on. ]

Comments

[onebullet]

You looked like you were going to faint.

[dirtdevil]

I'm not going to faint. Let's just hurry up and get the hell out of here.

[onebullet]

Know anything about medicine?

[dirtdevil]

Not my area.

[not that he really knows what his "area" is]

[onebullet]

[ SIGH. ]

That makes two of us, then.

[dirtdevil]

We're just going to have to let Schooler and that Amalthea guy bullshit their way through it and hope for the best.