NE MacGuffin didn’t feel so well. I mean he didn’t feel well at all.

And by that I mean when MacGuffin was finally brought into the ER, his fever had spiked, he was having hallucinations, and it took two of his NE friends to carry him in. NE Chekhov and NE Schmilblick had the poor man slung across his shoulders. “Help! He is burning up!,” Schmilblick said, her low voice gravelly, “I don’t know what he ate but it can’t be good!”

GM Wombat