Snippet #13561

The Doctor gave a glare toward the sleepy Policeman.

"Excuse me sir, but I can't have you asleep on the job... I wouldn't want you to fall asleep. I would have to have The Nurse give you something to wake you up. And when you did wake, you would be missing an organ or two." A grin came to his face. He cackled to himself and looked around. The Dancer was the Dancer, as he had thought. The Grave Digger was quite obviously himself. There was no one else that smelled that fowl and looked that bad. The new ones had to be the Policeman and the Stripper. They were good friends, if he correctly recalled. He sighed to himself. This mission would be odd. He couldn't help but wonder why The Boss would put this awkward group together. He glanced at the Dancer, feeling momentarily glad that The Boss had made each of them immune to each other's magic. He looked around the room, a smiled coming to his face as he pulled a scalpel from his pocket. He tossed it at the figure that was crawling in through the window. The Messenger stopped in his tracks.

"I-I was here to tell you that The Doctor will be leading the mission.... Why is it that people keep trying to kill me?" He fell down and out of sight. The Doctor gave a wide smile. Him lead the mission?!

"This is wonderful! I never get to lead big groups!" He smiled and retrieved his scalpel from the window. He smiled at it with a laugh, "These things can be thrown too..."