Oh shit! Joel was dead! Joel got killed! Joel was- Oh, he was fine. Way to play with a girl’s emotions, jerk. Not that she really… well, they’d known each other for like half an hour. Or, technically it was more like two days, but was keeping track? Certainly not Bouncer. Oh, Kitsune was here. Where’d she go, anyway? 

“I think we’re fighting the wet guy,” Bouncer answered, pointing at the doctor who had suddenly started pulsing with water like a broken fire hydrant, his excretions growing more aggressive and voluminous by the second. It was already flooding the room enough that water rushed around her ankles, flooding her shoes. Ugh, she had [i]dude[/i] in her socks! That was even worse than having normal wet socks, probably! Gross!