Thank God for Insurance.

[xp_roulette]

So, the dentist fixed the tooth that got cracked in half when the super-strong nigh-invulnerable guy punched me in the face with his sword. It's fantastic, I can't feel the left side of my face.

Unfortunately, the receptionist also gave me a concerned look and slipped me a pamphlet to the local battered women's shelter. I don't think she bought my usual cover story of "I'm really into cage fighting." I'm probably going to have to come up with a new one.

Comments

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Normally I think you're supposed to stay far enough away from the guy with the sword so that he can't hit you with the sword, nevermind punch you. You missed that lesson, huh?

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

You know, in my defense, it wasn't like I leaped into his arms and demanded her punch me.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

If he grabbed you then you still failed the distance lesson, huh? I'll just add this to my "List of Reasons to Never Even Consider the Team"

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

The rat bastard was super-strong and fast, he WAS on the other side of the room.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I don't believe you, but I'm going to pretend I do. I'd offer you waffles but I assume eating isn't something you'd be doing too well with at the moment.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Since the novacaine wore off and the painkillers kicked in, I'm all yours.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I may be slightly shoddier company than I was the last time, actually. But I think you earned waffles anyway.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

You spoil me.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure somewhere in the friend contract there's a stipulation that says it's my duty to spoil you with waffles until you have someone in a position which has higher spoiling requirements such as a boyfriend or manservant.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Boyfriend and manservant? Aren't they the same thing?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Remind me to never, ever date you. Not that it was ever likely to happen, but just in case.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Awwww.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Don't "Awww" me. I fail for manservant. My attention span wanders away too often. One day we'll buy you a slave and then all your dreams will come true.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

How about we just get me waffles, ne?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Waffles, right. Post haste, er, or whatever.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I would like to point out that this is yet another time I have faced near-certain death and come out unscathed. Why do we consider you the lucky one again?

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

I don't freaking know!

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Good Lord, don't tempt fate like that...

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

See, maybe you've forgotten what it was like to be young and awesome, but hey - the new generation seems to be kicking some butt. As self-designated spokesman, I think that perhaps some of the, er, more venerable of our comrades might benefit from some more rest and clean living.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

You'll never hear me impugning the abilities of the new generation. And venerable is a nice word. I could live with being venerable. Also with more rest and clean living, but on that score I'm not holding my breath.