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WOW: hover. Bobby's bedside manner needs some work …

Disclaimer: I don't own him

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"Stop bein' such a friggin' baby."

"Bobby, you're hovering over my bare ass with a damn great needle; I'm entitled to be concerned."

"Well, sorry princess; I'm not the one that got bit by a black dog; d'y want this wound stitched or not?"

"Yeah, by Sam."

"Sam's broke a finger, so unless you want him doing it left-handed, you've got me."

"But you can't sew … can you?"

"Goddamn cheek; I sew. I darn all my socks."

"My ass is not one of your socks!"

"Maybe not, but unless you man up and keep still, it'll still end up with my foot up it.

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