*McLeach pushed through the door's to the Medic's office without so much as a knock. He grabbed Joanna and sat her up on a table.* Hey, could we get some flea and tick medication over here?!
The Medic’s doves scattered around the room when McLeach just stepped into the room without so much as a warning. Only the marabou stork remained close to the Medic, mostly because it was dinnertime and Krutzke still held a hunk of raw meat in his fingers.
"Oh, hallo stinky!" Krutzke chimed up, just barely moving his fingers in time to save his fingers from his pet’s beak. Having yet to notice that he was talking to the non-scaled crazy Sniper, he bustled off towards his medical cabinet with the ugly bird close at his heels. "I suppose this will be for you rather than your darling crocodile, jah?"