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Drop Dead Fred always preferred Peter Pan over Cinderella. Maybe he'd convince Elizabeth to snap out of it with some cosplay! That stupid, fat-faced nurse forced her to take a horrible green pill and now she was fading fast.
Nausea beckoned; he had to act fast to get her attention.
"Snotface!" he hollered, jumping from the bed and diving into the old toy-chest. Out came a plastic sword along with an enormous, feathered green pirate hat which he plopped on his atomic-orange head. "Do you think Captain Hook stands a chance against us?!"
Elizabeth stirred, a smile on her lips.
