Friday 25th - Video

[punchtheflute]

[Sonny, frankly, looks like death warmed up.]

Guys. Don't eat them. Oh Arceus. Don't eat them.

[He takes a deep breath and figures he should try and explain a little better. Hopefully he can keep his composure long enough to do that.]

The little purple things. They're not grape flavored. I checked. Some were in my little kettle when I went to make myself some cocoa and I was kind of sleepy so wasn't really thinking about it and I drank a cup full of them and....

[Oops. Nope. There he goes. Falling over and knocking his keyboard and mouse off the desk as he makes a mad hands and knees dash for the rest room. The video feed keeps running until he manages to stagger back and turn it off some three or four minutes later.

This has been a Public Service Announcement provided by Sonny Moe Snorlax. To repeat: Do not eat the crazy little purple shadow bugs. They gonna mess you up. And they are not, I repeat not, grape flavored.]

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[needsmorebiceps]

::Max doesn't kid.::

Nope, it's real. They stick a tube down your throat and suck everything out.

[punchtheflute]

Oh Arceus...

[Nightmare fuel.]

I'm not sure if I want them to do that?

[No Sonny they're absolutely going to do that.]

[tank_rockarms]

So, you'd rather you shit your pants then? Because that'll happen.

[punchtheflute]

...No I don't want to do that either.

[tank_rockarms]

Then keep walkin' and let the doctors do what they need to do.

[punchtheflute]

OK.

[Sniffle. Sniffle. Walk. Sniffle.

He could only hope that they wouldn't deem it necessary.

Here he goes. Climbing into the tank. With his bucket. And his anxiety.]

[tank_rockarms]

::Here we are in the tank. Riding in the tank. Riding to the pokecenter in the tank.::

You ain't talkin' much. You alright?

[punchtheflute]

I'm scared.

[Sonny was a pretty honest person. Most people wouldn't want to admit to something like that in front of a Bro. But Max was pretty much his best buddy outside of family members so he felt somewhat safe doing so.]

My stomach hurts, my ribs hurt. And my throat. I've never ever felt this bad before and it's not normal. I'm worried that something really serious might be wrong. And getting my stomach pumped isn't.... it's not a happy idea. I know if they say I have to then I have to and I'll do it. But still.

[tank_rockarms]

You're gonna be alright. We just need to get you to the doctor, and you'll be alright. Ain't nothin' to worry about. People get sick all the time. If you ain't ever been sick before, it can be scary, but you're strong. You'll pull through.

::Believe in me who believes in you, Sunshine.::

[punchtheflute]

[He draws his hairy arm over his eyes to drive away whatever moisture might be there.]

Thanks, Max. I'm glad you're coming with me.

[Max was always so sure sounding when he said stuff like that, it was hard to disbelieve him.]

[tank_rockarms]

Red ain't here, so somebody's gotta make sure you get taken care of, right?

::Right. Drivin' this tank to the pokecenter with an occasionally-barfing snorlax, whooo.::

[punchtheflute]

Yeah. Red's not here. And Vinnie is away volunteering. And Sasha is always really busy. But you're always there to help me when I need it. Thanks, Max. I'd hug you but...

[His shirt is gross. You don't want that squeezed up against your arm.]

[tank_rockarms]

I've had Vinnie's poison barf all over me before, but I'd prefer to not repeat the process. Yours probably won't burn, but the pokecenter probably wants me wearin' a shirt.

[punchtheflute]

Heh. Mine is purple just like his.

[That coaxes a little smile out of him before he suddenly has to make use of that poor wastepaper basket.]

Ungggh. This is the worst. I don't understand how people deal with this.

[tank_rockarms]

You never been sick before, ever? Nothin' at all? Even I get sick.

::Even Max gets sick, Sonny. Even Max.::

[punchtheflute]

When I first met Red... I was sleeping off being sick and he woke me up. I'd been living in back of the department store eating stuff from the dumpsters for a while and I guess I ate too much bad stuff. Packaging and plastic and stuff, too.

[He burped a little and gave a long, wet sounding sniff.]

So I was a little sick then. Like, my stomach was gurgling a bit and feeling weird. But I just went to sleep and felt a bit better when I woke up. I've never done... This.

['This' being the bucket of hazardous materials sitting in his lap. He was at least trying to hold it as steady as possible.]

This is the worst.

[tank_rockarms]

Yeah, throwin' up's not fun, but don't worry. The doctor will figure out how to make you better. If it's like food poisoning, you might have to go on one of them BRAT diets - Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast - for a couple of days.

::Max is probably just terrifying you even more now.::

Not even any protein.

::Max is also aghast::

[punchtheflute]

Hehe... BRAT.

[Aw. The diet had kind of a cute name.]

I like bananas. And rice. I can eat a lot of rice. Even uncooked rice is good. It's crunchy.

[Hey, he loves his protein but he's not one to turn down any kind of food.]

[tank_rockarms]

You're supposed to cook it, first, Sonny.

Anyway, first thing's first, and that's get you to the pokecenter, get you taken care of, and keep you from spillin' that bucket all over the inside of my tank.

[punchtheflute]

I know. Sometimes I just don't want to spend that much time. And if you drink a big glass of water after you eat raw rice, it winds up being pretty filling anyway.

[He just nodded at Max's comment about not spilling the bucket. He was being very careful.]

[tank_rockarms]

::VROOM VROOM THERE WE ARE AT THE POKECENTER::

Alright, Sonny, you need help gettin' out with that, uh... thing?

[punchtheflute]

Please? If you don't mind?

[He's feeling a little unsteady on his feet so it's probably wise to give him the benefit of your greater size and whatnot.]

[bluetanker]

::Max gets out of the tank first and then reaches down and just hoists you out of the tank by grabbing you underneath your elbows and leaning back up, then gently setting you on your feet on the top of the tank::

Deadlifts, Sonny. Always do your deadlifts, so you got the lower back and shoulder strength to do that.

[punchtheflute]

If I can get well again I'll do as many deadlifts as you say.

[Once he returns to health nothing will hold him back from living life to the fullest.]

[tank_rockarms]

That's gonna be a lot of deadlifts. You're gonna get traps you can fly with.

::Max jumps off of the tank and then holds his arms up so that Sonny can get lifted down.::