well I live with Snakes and Lizards

[reforms and plucks it out of the web, cradling it by the thing webbing]

There it is, then. All done.

Tell John that he should try some laxative.

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[John, well... He isn't going to be going anytime soon he feels.

Who was he fooling? The lights come on. The door opens.]

Oh, you got it out.

[Then he scowls.]

You will not tell anyone.

[That is a subconsciously direct order.]

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Tried it. Don't tell anyone.

[He chimes in with the appearing Constantine while she balances the cactus. Cori holds his hands out for it, to repot poor Bastardino/Bastardina.]

Thanks.

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Not a soul. Relax.

[smiles and hands Cori Bastardino]

You have an interesting head. Thank you for the experience.

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[John's leaning on the doorframe, casual and cool with what little dignity he can scrap up. Oh well.]

That's not the only part of him that's interesting, I promise you.

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[His head appears wounded but not like that of the flesh; upon closer inspection of his scalp the top appears almost like a mess of sand and dirt in his hair. Bad case of dandruff, he could call it.]

You're welcome based on the presumption I haven't been lobotomized.

[Fortunately the Corinthian would know were a spider left in his cranium.]

I don't suppose you could do much for him.

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Cacti have shallow roots. Barely got into the brain. I didn't touch anything.

[looks at John like she's looking through him]

That one will clear up once the pattern rearranges. All I could do would be to pump his intestine with enough venom to cause necropsy and refill it with fluid, but I think the pain might be worse than going a week or so without a bowel movement.

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[Constantine is not THAT desperate. He does not look too keen on any of it. Nor would be having such.]

Let's not go there, luv. The milk goes down easier.

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[He sets the cactus aside on the kitchen counter.]

I think the Magnesia is enough, really. Honestly. Preferably.

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Then I'll let you two...discuss what needs to be done. Pleasant evening to you both.

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Ta, cheers.

[He upnods to Saya as she departs, then eyes the cactus, then Cori. Curiously, despite the growing tug in his bowels, he reaches out to feel the nightmare's hair.]

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