We Can Work It Out [audio]

[thedoctorsmate]

[All right, this has gone long enough. Hiding in her little cottage is really not working. In spite of being embarrassed about the mossy mess that her mane as become, Donna takes to the scrolls.]

Okay. Scientists. I know there are, like, 20 of you out there. What's actually being done about this Poison Joke thing and how can we help? Because I'm about sick of having my hair constantly damp and slightly slimy. It's a mess on my pillow in the morning, and I'd really rather not live life on plastic sheets, thanks.

I know the regular cures for the Joke aren't working. What's next?

Comments

[bluesuit_hoofy]

I thought it was a poison, not a communicable disease. [Andrew, stop using words like 'communicable,' you are holding up this conversation even more than it has to be.]

Wanna wrap this up with a ftb on them heading out to meet up with Doc Brown/others?

[thedoctorsmate]

It's a poison that's communicable. Like poison ivy. [The most annoying poison... except for this one. Poison Joke is a hundred times worse.] They're looking for a cure at the moment.

Doc Brown's got a lab set up, and I know Don was trying something along with Zecora. If you think you can run, we might be able to get there in half an hour or so.

[Because at a 'walking pace', they might be there in half a day.]

yessss

[bluesuit_hoofy]

I haven't touched anyone! [Figures. Just figures that he'd reappear and immediately be infected sans vector. Thanks, Obama Calice. He sniffs in a deep sniff and lets it out in a sigh and a nod. It's not that far, and from his perspective it'll just be a little bit of a jog.]

Course I can run. When can't I run?

...Race you there.

[And so he shall.]