(>o.o)> Kirby: ...
(>o.o)> Kirby: ...
(>O.O)> Kirby: *sniffle* I'M SICK!!!
(>`.`)> Kirby: Hmm, where's my thermometer... here it is...
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(>O_O)> Kirby: CELESTIAL BOVINES DEVOURING MY GRANDMA'S PEELING FLAKING SKIN!! I'M 2 DEGReES ABOVE 'wowurreallyfuckingsick'.
(>`.`)> Kirby: I have to get to a doctor!
(>@.@)> Kirby: Hello? Hello? Doctor?
D.D Dr.: I'm Doctor Duzzenheimershniggashnackflailypoopacrappamu--
(>x.x)> Kirby: YOUR NAME IS TOO REDICULOUSLY LONG FOR MY POOR GERM INFESTED BRAIN TO COMPREHEHEND AT THIS TIME.
SHORTEN NAME NOW.
D.D Dr.: Most people just call me Allice.
(>O.o)> Kirby: Isn't Allice a girl's name?
D.D Dr.: ...
(>o.O)> Kirby: ...right...
D.D Dr.: What seems to be the matter today?
(>`.`)> Kirby: I'm sick...
D.D Dr.: What's your temperature.
(>`.`)> Kirby: 'Reallyfuckingsick'
D.D Dr.: ...wow... I bet you're really fucking sick!
(>~.~)> Kirby: ...after I feel better I'm totally wedging a fork up your ass.
D.D Dr.: Hmm... extreme irritability... showing signs of being pink and round...
(>O.o)> Kirby: I'm naturally pink and round...
D.D Dr.: Hallucinating...
(>.\/.)> Kirby: Are you even qualified?
D.D Dr.: ...For what?
(>`o`)> Kirby: Do you have a PHD in ANYTHING?
D.D Dr.: ...yep...
(>`.`)> Kirby: Care to tell me?
D.D Dr.: I have a PHD in music.
(>`.`)> Kirby: Allice?
D.D Dr.: Yes?
(>O.O)> Kirby: DIEEEEEE
(>O.O)> ----------o D.D
*Explosion*
(>~.~)> Kirby: *Cough cough* I need medicine.
p.p Pharmacist: ...Hello...
(>`.`)> Kirby: I'M SICK GIVE ME MEDICINE.
p.p Pharmacist: Do you have a prescription?
(>`.`)> Kirby: ...I... uhh... yeaaaaah, yeaaah I got one, right here...
p.p Pharmacist: Sir, this is a condom.
(>. .)> Kirby: The doctor ran out of stuff to write on.
p.p Pharmacist: ...He didn't write on it...
(>. .)> Kirby: SUUURE he did, lookie here, he wrote 'Give Kirby a medicine to cure his illness or I will gut you
like a salmon'.
p.p Pharmacist: . . .
(>`.`)> Kirby: DO IT NOW SHITHEAD!!!
p.p Pharmacist: Here...
(>`o`)>[] Kirby: *gulp gulp gulp gulp*
(>^_^)> Kirby: Mmmm, good! Brownie flavored!
(>`.`)> Kirby: Ahhh, what a beautiful.... *ACHOOO*
{~ ~} ???: Blarg I am Snotman! Prepare to die!
(>O.o)> Kirby: ...
{~ ~} Snotman: What's so funny?
(>^O^)> Kirby: HAHHAHAHAHHAHA SNOTMAN?!?! AHAHHAHAHAHAHA
{~ ~} Snotman: Shut up! ...meanie....
{~ ~} Snotman: Snotblaster!
{~ ~} ~~~~~~~{} <(o.o<)
*Dodge*
(>`.`)> Kirby: ... that was gross... seriously... you dont do that kinda stuff...
{~ ~} Snotman: Muahhhahaha I can do whatever I want for I am snotman!
(>`.`)> Kirby: OMG WATCH OUT!!! A CLEENEX TISSUE TRUCK IS ABOUT TO SMACK INTO YOU!!!
{~ ~} Snotman: Hahaha, I wont fall for the oldest trick in the book!
*WHAM!*
`.` John: WEEEEE I love driving trucks into people!
(>O.o)> Kirby: ...John? What were you doing in a Kleenex tissue truck?
`.` John: What any red blooded American would be doing in a Kleenex tissue truck.
(>O.o)>
`.`
(>O.o)>
`.` John: ... what any red blooded American named John would be doing in a Kleenex tissue truck.
(>`.`)> Kirby: Ohhh, okay, gotcha.
`.` John: By the way...
(>`.`)> Kirby: ...yeah?
`.` John: I IN NO WAY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE ABRUPT ENDING OF THIS COMIC RIGHT NOW.
