Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171128234039/@comment-3293219-20171129003919

"Pfft... I don't need a lap dance, thanks." Casamir shrugged as the doctor stepped up behind Wilkes and stuck him with a large needle, in the side of his neck. The point was at least 9' long, to allow him to do it from as far away as possible before jumping back and retreating behind his armed commrades.

"Ever hear of a little thing called 'Apomorphine?" Casamir asked, with a grin.

"Ended up with a shipment a while ago... been saving it, just for you..."