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[fire_punk]

[Kevin has an inert body draped over his shoulder in an awkward approximation of a fireman's carry.]

John Crichton's in a coma. I'm taking him down to the infirmary. Scorpius, don't bother trying to fuck with him.

[What? He knows the guy wants to cause trouble for Crichton. And this would make it easier for him.]

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[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I am not by nature a habitual liar, but I fail to see your point.

As you were, then.

[Video]

[fire_punk]

I mean, you say you don't lie. You say you're not causing trouble when you are. So how am I supposed to believe you when you say you won't fuck with John when he's in a coma?

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Likely because I need his brain when it is fully functional and conscious.

[Video]

[fire_punk]

Doesn't mean you won't find other ways to try to mess with him. [Sorry, but you haven't earned his trust yet.]

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I suppose I can't fault you for being cautious.

Very well, Kevin. Please take John to the infirmary. I will remain in my cabin for the duration of your errand.

[Video]

[fire_punk]

Good. [He relents slightly. He doesn't necessarily believe Scorpius will really be in his cabin but he can deal with it if he tries to make trouble on the way to the infirmary.]

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Scorpius, however, will remain true to his word and does not venture outside his room for the next hour or so, giving Kevin enough time to lug Crichton's body up to the infirmary]