Regular Doctor's visit and progress report

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As any mother and expecting mother will be lecturing you about, it's important to get regular check ups withy our doctor, especially if the your family has a history of pregnancy complications.

Ofcourse, considering that everything up until now has been going just fine, no bugs or errors, this cycle's visit to the doctor's office is really a formality. Mairi's started to look forward to talking to Mr. Scanner.

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"Come on, Dot, don't be like that. We're taking good care of you, and nothing's gone wrong yet... there's no reason to think anything will."

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Bob, it's not that she thinks you're not capable. It's a five-hour old survival habit of expecting things to go wrong, because they generally do, mixed with the fact that it's her format to worry.

"Bob, I love you, but you're not the one getting kicked on a regular basis."

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"Then I'll just have to lie closer to you on the bed."

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Phong peers at them over his pince-nez. "If you please?"

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Bob looks up from the impending snuggle. Oh, that's right, they're here for a doctor's appointment, aren't they?

"Uh, sorry, Phong," he says as he steps back.

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Phong nods. "As you say, my son, there is no sign that anything has gone or should go wrong. We must simply monitor young Mairi more closely."

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"Should I schedule 2 appointments next second then, Phong?" It would be prudent to schedule in advance.

Bob will just be getting a look that promises a much better chance for snuggles at home tonight.

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"I believe so. In the meantime, be sure to eat properly; her energy input requirements are remarkable." He's returned to studying his scan-charts.

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"Why am I not surprised?" murmurs Bob.

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"I will." It looks like Dot's going to be abusing her Diner and Milliways for snack runs for quite a while yet.


Tonight is going to be one of those nights where the salad bowl is going to be the size of her head.

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Phong nods and continues to peer at the scans.

"Fascinating..." he murmurs. He extends an arm to run the sensor over her stomach again.

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"What is?"

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....Bing?

There is a pause before the barrage of sweeps begins again.

OH HAI MR. SCANNER!

Bing! BING!Bing! Bing!

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"I believe..." Phong looks over at Bob. "Would you terribly mind if I scanned you, my son?"

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"...what, with that?"

Kinda small for scanning a fully compiled program, isn't it?

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Phong waves a spindly hand. "It will function. I merely wish to verify something."

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"Well, okay..." Bob scoots over.

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Phong gives him an over-the-glasses look. "Armour..."

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Bob rolls his eyes and starts unbuckling his armor. (He's only going to strip to the waist unless Phong specifically requests otherwise.)

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That'll do fine. Phong holds the sensor ready. "Now, please execute one of your Glitch-powers."

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"--which one?" says Bob, taken aback.

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"Any one."

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Hm. Well, there are no Tears in the vicinity, which limits the options somewhat... Bob holds his hands out and generates a small containment bubble in midair.

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Phong directs the sensor at Bob's hands and checks the output window. He shakes his head. "Another, please."

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Now a simple shapeshift, turning his hand into a cutting blade and back again.