Page Thirteen by Mr. Grundy on January 12, 2011 at 12:00 am Chapter: Chapter Three Running late. Have the flu. Thank goodness! I was getting tired of drawing his tattoos!
Blood everywhere! Woo! :D
I concur.
Now lets draw pretty pictures with it!
Apparently neither of them has completed Red Cross blood borne pathogen training. >:@
oh my god, oh my god I think this page gave me heart palpitations
in the best way, I assure you
BLOOD EVERYWHEEEEEEEERE~ But I guess that’s what you get when you follow a crazy serial killer’s advice.
That probably went as well as it could’ve, all things considered. Unfortunately, stomach wounds are nasty things, so unless he can get to a doctor quickly, Schtein’s in a lot of painful trouble.
Shank you very much, MacPherson. That will be all.
Back rounds! Back rounds everywhere!
Pretty impressive to pull a shank out of your gut and then shank your attacker in the neck with it.
Ahhh, that’s nothing. He can walk it off.
Yeah, take some Robatussin and walk it off, boy!
So this is how the Doc gets his hepatitis…
Yep, walk it off right to the med-bay
Right into Finn…
Gosh, he will be so proud. :[
oh boy. ERRBODY GONE GET SHANKED. line ’em up!
All I could think of when I saw Doc get stabbed was Patrick from Spongebob saying “I broke my abacus!” LOL
OHHH! OHH! WOMBO COMBO! WOMBO COMBO! D:
Just noticed, he did just what Phineas suggested…
ah, so thatn little neck lesson he got a while ago was worth it! Goody