... jumped back into his HamsterTank (tm). Before he disappeared from sight into the awesome machine of destruction, he tried to get Precious' attention. Precious, however, was too busy counting the remaining flies in the room, which was a very difficult task because they kept changing locations.
Erroll then looked over at Rear Admiral where he lay on the floor, his life slowly slipping away. His cracked ribs, mini-sword neck stab wound, and various other bumps and bruises had just about done him in.
"Say, Rear", squeeked Erroll. "Be a bud and accompany Precious to the training area, would you?"
Rear Admiral moaned in pain. Erroll took that as a yes, then settled down into the HamsterTank and drove back through that now enlarged hole in the wall. Iggy the Iguana slithered happily after him. Octopussy remained in the corner of the aquarium, not exactly sure what his role was. [Editors note: I hate it when the animals don't read the script before we film their scene. OK, cut the scene where Octopussy lifts Rear Admiral up gently and deposits him in the chair behind the desk. Hey, Precious ... how about you help Rear to his feet, and help him to the chair?]
Precious was busy counting flies, when one of them landed on the open wound on Rear Admiral. She moved closer to see if she could determine the exact species of fly. She was always so careful to be as specific as possible with her counting chores, you know. She takes great pride in her counting profession. Her mind wandered to the time at the orphanage, when she got a special commendation for counting the exact number of pine needles on the sickly Christmas tree they had all so painstakingly decorated with popcorn strings. "2,973 needles", she said aloud, remembering that proud moment. That commendation was the only present she received that year.
As she approached Rear, her attention was drawn to the blood oozing from the wound. "Hey, how'd you get that owwie?", said Precious. "I bet it hurts, huh?"
Rear Admiral moaned, then motioned for Precious to help him up. As she did so, his ribs protested again, and he moaned loudly. Precious thought that was strange. Usually men only moan around her when they're ... but that's not important right now. She let Rear lean on her as she directed him towards the chair. "Unnnnghhh !!", shouted Rear, as Precious unceremoniously plunked him into the chair.
Rear looked around the room for Muffy. She had already left with Bugs Pond. "Oh, great", thought Rear. "Here I am about ready to die, and the only person I have to help me is a ditzy broad with a counting fetish. Oh, and a totally useless semi-trained octopus."
Rear pointed toward the medicine cabinet. Precious said, "Yes, I know. I've already counted the bottles in there. There are 17 full bottles, and 9 almost empty ones. And there are two glass doors. Both closed."
As Rear was passing out for the umpteenth time ["No, it's only the 4th time!", interjected Precious], he vaguely observed the front door of the Doc's office open, and a person dressed in white ambled through the door reading something on a clipboard. |
