[Fluffie]

Someone was inside of him, poking around. Feeling like giggling, the drugs he had taken himself and the ones he had been given by the Doctor kind of prevented him. So instead, he blinked repeatedly with his eyes. One time was yes, two times was no, three times meant he was giggling, four times indicated he would like a beer... Fortytwo blinks said he was thankful to the pain ebbing away.

Fluffie lost count though. So he settled for around twentysix, meaning he would really care for a smoke. But somehow, somewhere... He felt as if the Doctor wasn't paying attention. Damn surgeons only cared about your intestines, the person you were........

If only he had been a japanese schoolgirl, wearing a just too slutty uniform. And if only the Doctor had been a tentacled monster, lusting for one thing only. If only they had not been on this cursed Mars Base, but in an evil lair, with some kind of icky and nasty goo dripping from the walls and ceiling.

Oh, if only.

How messed up the world would've been, but at least the monster would've given him cigarettes, and most likely lots of them, in return for but one thing. One thing only, but it would not have mattered to give it up - after all, he would be wearing something that just screamed his soul wasn't as pure as his supposed appearance would suggest.

Fluffie suddenly shook his head and opened his eyes. Realising what the **** had been going on, he cursed softly, hardly audible...

"Oh man."

This whole.. situation was getting to him. The drugs had gotten him in their evil grasp of pure nastiness too. Feeling a bit dazed still, he got up and looked around. More people, looking like him. And look, his armour, recharged like hell itself, right there!

Smiling, he put it on. He grabbed his chaingun, making sure the bullets were where they ought to be, double checking it all still worked like a charm. Some voice in his head was telling him about zombies, but he was hoping that were just the drugs still talking. Drugs, no, wait, medication it was.

Yes it was indeed. Fluffie didn't do drugs, cause drugs are baaaaddddd... Bad like horned sheep dancing in a purpe field of sand to synthesised music from Wagner.

He shook his head again.

And again.

Then, he turned and saw this crazy person scream they really ought to get out of there. The lights went out too and seeing someone with a coffee pot, Fluffie ran after him.

Follow the coffee, it sounded like a sensible thing to do.