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If I haven't said it before, Dr. Hillhurst is The Actual GOAT.
Easily one of my favorite characters in this fic to date along with Drew, Jo, and Vexor.
Man, what a relief that Sabrina Smokin' Sexy Stylishly dodged whatever cognitive chicanery was going on there!
I wonder just what kind of strangeness this TC fella's involved with... dare I say, it feels... sinister...
Of course it's not obvious. If it were obvious, then Drew wouldn't have...
The closest equivalents are probably going to be either the Vanderhoff brothers (not a great comparison in how they're being executed here), or those two guys Marco knows (who get a fraction of the screentime here as Bulk and Skull ever did, and so therefore are also not a great comparison).
"Uh-oh! We're in trouble! Someone's come along and has burst our bubble~!"
Translation: "I do believe this fic now officially has a body count. The stakes have indeed been raised..."
So in about 13 hours from this posting. I go under the knife for a major surgery to get my cancer dealt with. Frankly speaking, I'm terrified. Not just of being put to sleep and then not waking up, but also of being completely powerless and at someone else's mercy. But supposedly it's expected...
There's still a lot of information that isn't had yet, other than that it's aggressive; there are still a lot of tests yet to be done. And the treatment plan hasn't been decided on either. But supposedly, everyone around me says the odds should be in my favor.
Here's fucking hoping.
Hoo boy, seems like Shego's pretty comfortable stepping out of what Disney Channel would let her get away with.
Excited to see where things go from here.