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[Filtered to the infirmary staff + Claire, Paddy, Rube, Parker (i.e. the people he sort of almost trusts).]

Is there anything at all in the fucking infirmary for a migraine? I feel like sodding Riverdance is stamping and kicking its Hibernian way through my fucking skull.

[OOC: What's this about? Well, perhaps the current general election in the UK (and the corresponding one in his native canon, which will no doubt be closely based on the one in the real world) is sending some kind of psychic fallout across the multiverse, and it's giving Malcolm a big headache. Unless a current copy of the Guardian somehow appears in the library, there's no way he can know about either the real election or the TTOI one, but it seemed only fitting that he react somehow. Infirmary staff, feel free to use this to bully Malcolm into coming in for a checkup.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

If it were Riverdance, I'd surely fucking know about it by now.

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[fuckitybye]

Oh, aye? Big fan, are we?

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...

If you must know, it helps me focus.

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[fuckitybye]

You're not fucking serious.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Actually, I fucking am, you little Jock.

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[fuckitybye]

Thank fucking god; I thought you'd gone mental down in zero.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...Riverdance is a sign of mental?

I really do fucking like it.

Same filter. - Get some Warden concern!

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I'm almost positive there's something, I'll ask. Do you know what caused it?

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[fuckitybye]

No fucking clue. It's not like I get the fucking things regularly, either.

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[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I'll see what I can find and get back to you.

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[fuckitybye]

I think Jones has got something up her sleeve. I'll let you know, aye?

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[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

...I suppose...

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[toldastory]

You should come in so we can take a look at you, Malcolm. You haven't had your physical yet, and this could be connected. Shall we say three o'clock?

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[fuckitybye]

I don't need a fucking physical, I just need something to make the fucking clog-dancers in my skull fuck back off to Dublin.

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[toldastory]

If you have an underlying condition I could treat you with something and it could be worse.

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Malcolm, it won't hurt, and I probably won't even need to touch you, just use the scanner.

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[fuckitybye]

I am healthy as a fucking horse. Can't you just give me a fucking pill and have done with it?

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[toldastory]

Malcolm. A scan and then I'll give you something to take care of this. It's not hard or time intensive.

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Filter. 2/2 - after he's had time to suffer for a bit longer.

[fuckitybye]

Fuck it. All right, be down in a fuck it, I can't even think of an offensive analogy second.

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[toldastory]

Glad to see you've come to your senses, then. I'll see you then.

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[yourunichase]

Sounds like you need a drink.

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[fuckitybye]

Soon as Michael Flateley stops giving my eyesockets a kicking, maybe I'll be able to look at a fucking bottle straight on.

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[yourunichase]

Good.

[onderhaus.livejournal.com]

People rely on the wonders of modern medicine too much these days. Used to be, you laid down in a dark room, put a cold compress on your head, and voila. No tolerance to medications, no addictions.

Natural healing.

You know what the problem is? People are in too much of a fucking hurry.

[fuckitybye]

Sod that; I fucking tried it. Been trying that all fucking night last night and into this morning and I'm fucking tired of it.