My poor Darren started going slightly bonkers as soon as we entered this room. The padded cell welcomed him home like a lost lovers arms. He sat there rocking back and forth for a while until I pulled him up and led him out.
We found the check-in area and both of us decided to check-out of there quickly; but not before Darren spotted Homer Simpson's MRI on the wall.
Darren wasn't feeling so well, so I asked him to lay down for a bit to see if it would make him feel better. He laid there motionless for a long moment before finally getting up and climbing out. He still looked a bit green around the gills but he wanted to move on. I myself was getting a bit tired decided to take a quick nap in the incubation tube.
When I woke up, Darren was standing there in scrubs and still looking out of sorts. So in he went into the incubation tube where I could watch his condition closely.
After watching him sleep, I decided to just take us both to the next room where we could nap some more. Only thing that bothered me was the ghost that kept sliding through the room and scaring the day lights outta me.
Okay, so I have a small taste for blood. Do you blame me? I mean look at him... yummy.
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