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sharpestscalpelBusier than a farmer with one axe and a whole passel of chickens in need of haircuts. Not that I’m fucking complaining.
Actually, I sure as shit am complaining. Sulu came back today, half his left side stinking to high goddamn heaven. Fucking Peter has to be sitting at the damn gates with a fucking hankie over his nose that shit smells so bad.
Flesh-eating bacteria ain’t nothing to fuck around with and if that pussy-sniffing cockwipe had listened to his fucking doctor, he’d never have picked it up. But, no. No, Sulu had to go fuck some twat of an ensign don’t know any better than to fall in with those on their way down and pick up some bullshit.
I figure I could cure him. But goddamn. This is the second fucking time he’s been in here for disregarding my sound goddamn medical opinion.
Fool me once, shame on fucking you. Fool me twice, shame on motherfucking me. I got no interest in providing him with the opportunity to pull this bullshittery again. He can go rot – literally. And he ain’t doing it in my sickbay – got enough going on here without fucking nurses puking up their damn breakfast because the ex-fucking helmsman is rotting parts of his body off. Might be funny to watch his dick rot off but I’m too damn busy to really appreciate it.
I sent his ass back to quarters. I ain’t wasting my damn painkillers on a dead man either. Figure he’s got two days before the delirium takes him. I’ll go visit then.
Actually, I sure as shit am complaining. Sulu came back today, half his left side stinking to high goddamn heaven. Fucking Peter has to be sitting at the damn gates with a fucking hankie over his nose that shit smells so bad.
Flesh-eating bacteria ain’t nothing to fuck around with and if that pussy-sniffing cockwipe had listened to his fucking doctor, he’d never have picked it up. But, no. No, Sulu had to go fuck some twat of an ensign don’t know any better than to fall in with those on their way down and pick up some bullshit.
I figure I could cure him. But goddamn. This is the second fucking time he’s been in here for disregarding my sound goddamn medical opinion.
Fool me once, shame on fucking you. Fool me twice, shame on motherfucking me. I got no interest in providing him with the opportunity to pull this bullshittery again. He can go rot – literally. And he ain’t doing it in my sickbay – got enough going on here without fucking nurses puking up their damn breakfast because the ex-fucking helmsman is rotting parts of his body off. Might be funny to watch his dick rot off but I’m too damn busy to really appreciate it.
I sent his ass back to quarters. I ain’t wasting my damn painkillers on a dead man either. Figure he’s got two days before the delirium takes him. I’ll go visit then.
