Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow?  It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs.  At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long.  The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways.  As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human.  A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS!  MADDIE!  THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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[cheerychaplain]

He sighs. "I don't know. I haven't spotted anyone who looks like they're a member yet." He winces, too, his face setting as he rises. "I'm tempted to wade in myself."

[bodiesfordad.livejournal.com]

The cross gets an eye and a raised eyebrow, "....Doncha have rules against that?"

Bill Block is clearly not a religious man.

[cheerychaplain]

And just as quick as it came, the serious expression fades into one of startlement. "Oh, no, not to fight; to try to help break it up," he explains.

[bodiesfordad.livejournal.com]

When in doubt, what better way to survive something like this and not get held up by greed and/or human guilt then following a preacher?

"...'m a Doctor. You go in, I'll back you up?"

Block frowns, ".....Hell, this is an Average Friday Night back home."

[cheerychaplain]

Mulcahy glances at the unfolding brawl, then nods firmly. "Right. I'm going." He picks out the nearest tangle of flailing limbs, and he heads straight for it decisively, already starting to try to reason with the combatants.