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Sam-I really don�t think there are any women out there as morbid as me. I guess I�ll just be a pathologist and annoy the hell out of everyone with my withering glances and acid tongue. Its not like I�ve got anything else to do around here. Apart from sleeping around with some professors and get involved with a load of nuns. Not to mention this possible heart attack I might be having. Life�s a bore. I need some guys to liven up this mortuary, where are they?
*Leo strides in*
Leo-Behind you my little Irish banshee
*Harry jumps in and lands on the floor*
Harry-Here Miss
Sam-There is no need to call me that. Her Royal Highness will do
Harry-Sorry your Royal Queenie. Where�s the dead body? Lets get started!
Leo-Calm down, its just a dead body. I�m sure our Superiors wouldn�t get so excited over a dead body. You gotta learn to be professional. Right Sam?
*Sam already has her scalpel out*
Sam-Bruising on the left temple, leg broken, teeth missing etc etc etc. Note that down
Leo-What does one do with ethanol, leave it for the staff party or apply it to a wound?
Harry-Suits me either way
Sam-Settle down please. Or else I shall have to leave and go to Ireland and find my long lost son
Harry-Party!
*Sam throws down her scalpel and stalks out. Leo picks it up and starts juggling*
Leo-We�re one woman short, guess we�ll have to make do
Harry-What, no fit birds?
Leo-We never had one in the first place mate
Harry-we need some focus around this place
*Nikki walks in with a skull*
Leo-Do you mind? This is a private mortuary!
Nikki-Just washing my skull. I�ll get out when I�ve snogged your lackey boy over there
Leo-That�ll take more than a few episodes in
Nikki-I might as well make myself at home *zips up her boots and sits down*
Leo-I had a dream�
Harry-World peace and that?
Leo-Actually I was going to be head of this place
*Sam hisses in his ear*
Sam-Listen very carefully, I will say this only once. The job�s yours, get on with it mate
Leo-Yeh, I�m gonna be head of this place
Harry-That�s not fair
Leo-You�ve got your bit of surgical skirt, now leave me to sit in my chair dammit! My whiny wife and bratty daughter have just died, have some bloody sympathy!
Harry-You got it boss *jumps on the sofa with Nikki*