Doctor's Log
September 29, 2004
I was right, everyone now knows about Stalker and Walmart. Flint even started to sing the Walmart jingle down in the board room when he walked in. Stalker shot him a very evil look. Anyway, we had a meeting today. Hawk's sending a group of us on a mission to Saudi Arabia. What fun. He's planning on sending us out on Saturday, unless something drastic happens and we leave sooner. I guess some poor sap will have to deal with Dusty and whoever else ends up in the infirmary while I'm gone. Saturday's the day when Beach Head and Gung Ho go on leave.
My three patients had a Mel Brook's marathon today. They watched Space Balls, Blazing Saddles, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and Mel Brook's History of the World. I can't believe they managed to watch all of them today. Low Light was the one who brought them the movies.
Shipwreck came in today with a black eye. I guess things got a little wild at the bar last night. I saw Wet Suit walking around with a broken nose and a cut on his lip. One of the nurses had treated him last night. Apparently they like the same bar. Damn Sailors. Is drinking, singing, and fighting all they ever do?
D.C. tried to chase him out of the infirmary until I yelled at him. He complained, but eventually went and sat in his bed. The cat never took his eyes off Shipwreck. Hold on, I've got a phone call.
Hmm. Firefly was caught about an hour ago and is now tied up in the brig, under very heavy security. Duke wants me to give him a brief check up. I'll be back.
Oh good Lord. They've taken lessons from me. Firefly wasn't cooperating, so Flint came up and borrowed the CD's that I used on the guys the other day. He also took the New Kids on the Block, the Janet Jackson, and the William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy CD's. I suppose if those don't work, they'll try the movie method. Firefly doesn't stand a chance.