It started off as a normal day on the creek. That is, until Joey came running up to Pacey's house, wailing.
"Sweet Jesus! Joey! What the hell happened to your arm?!" he yelled when she busted straight through the screen door. He decided against pouting over the Joey-shaped hole.
"It got bitten off by a crazy slobbering raccoon!"
"Crap, we gotta get you to the hospital. Get in the car!" Joey sat down on the porch, looking defeated when she tried to put her head in her hands and couldn't, since she didn't have a hand. "Joey! What the hell are you doing? Come on!"
"Not until we analyze our relationship. If we don't take care of this now, I'm going to have to pine away for you superfluously, and by nightfall I'll just be another orb of raging hormones in this little nowhere metropolis." Pacey sat down next to her.
"Jo, I told you. You're in love with Dawson. You two are completely emotionally attached and I'll never be able to break that."
"Crap."
"What?" he asked.
"Now I'm slobbering. Did you know that one out of two raccoons have rabies?" With that she snarled, bit his ear off, and ran away. When she got to Dawson's, he vomited at the sight of a slobbering Joey. She then bit his head off and carried it to the creek, slobbering, where she dove in, and drank every last drop.