That cold? Might be a tiiiiiny case of pneumonia. And Michael decided that means I'm confined to bed and gave me an entire LIST of things I'm not allowed to do - which includes pretty much everything EVER. He's a big meanie.
[She's pouting because Magneto confined her to her bed and her condo and made her promise to stay in bed and recover. And she's whiny like she always is when she's sick.]
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[She's pouting because Magneto confined her to her bed and her condo and made her promise to stay in bed and recover. And she's whiny like she always is when she's sick.]
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[Yeah, no, you're dating a doctor, honey. He thinks Mags was right on the money.]
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I dunno how I got it. I'm fine. Could you stop being a doctor for a few minutes? I'm trying to whine here.
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Okay, okay! So, Dr. Xavier won't let you go out when you're sick. Okay.
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Confined me, told me I'm not allowed to do anything AND took all my good food away.
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[Yes, she's mostly kidding, but... she's also cranky and whiny. When she gets sick, she becomes four]
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