Trouble: you're not helping!Ning: I am! >jams multiple tranquilizer darts into Trouble's arm<Trouble: hmm... I feel woozy... >falls over and has his head run over by a second ambulence<Ning: hmm... that looked like it hurt...Streak: is there a veterinarian in the audience?!
*turns to Ning*I doubt it, he was tranqed up after all.
Danegel: I will! >starts performing CPR enthusiastically<Ning: >whips out a camcorder<Streak: Ning, do you have to do that?Ning: >shrugs<
Streak: you guys suck >pouts<Trouble: shush young man, or I'll give y' a taste of the back of me hand!