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[h3][color=662d91]Jinx[/color][/h3]
[color=662d91]“You slept through the wedding.”
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Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

[color=662d91]“Nah. Just screwing with ya. You got run over by someone I’ve termed “ultra-jerk” and blacked from the pain, and your friends here press-ganged me into helping. And what can I say, I’m a sucker for damsels in distress.”[/color] That and the look on his face when he noticed the bandages. That was going to be gold.

[color=662d91]“Anyway, right now we’re making a hasty exit because in the course of your treatment, good old Dr. Jinx might have ordered a few dozen minor, pesky, stupid little laws broken by his faithful, intelligent and downright brilliant really assistant, nurse Houndoom.”[/color]

Jinx tossed a casual glance at his canine partner in crime.

Houndoom was [i]preening[/i] at the words.

More shouts. Music to his ears really, this was what it meant to be alive!

[color=662d91]“And now we’re running [i]even faster[/i] from security!”[/color] Jinx chirped happily.