Heya, Coxie! [Can I call him Coxie? I think he likes Coxie.] What are the odds, us both being here? It's just like old times huh, buddy? [Puts his arm around Perry's shoulders and leans his head homoerotically against him, smiling off into space.]
[Jesus H. Christ, this really is Hell. This is it, Perry thinks, he's died and gone to Hell. He knew he would; that comes as no surprise, as death is inevitable and let's face it, there's only one place that could accept him in the afterlife--but he'd hoped for some reprieve from...this one, the worst of 'em all.]
Nnrrrh.
[Making one of his trademark manly grunt-y noises, Perry picks up JD's hand and moves his arm off his shoulders in one smooth, almost as if practiced and perfected, motion before prodding Dorian's cheek with his middle finger--a message of both kinds, prodded and The Finger That Prods.]
Why if it isn't Sally, the Little Doctor Who Couldn't!
Why sure, if by 'the old times' you mean 'the times Dr. Cox fantasized about torturing me while slowly murdering me, perhaps by vat of acid or I don't know, something slow and, y'know, torturous' then by all means, yes, that is this time! Right now! In this very moment, which is, in fact, the worst of all moments I've ever had in my life.
You see there, Bobbie--and that's Bobbie with an 'ie' so you're sure to note that that is, in fact, the feminine spelling--spending any amount of time, including in this strange, school-y type thing, with you, is just the worst punishment any deity could impose upon me.
And frankly, I'm not sure you'll make it through the day.
[grunts again, one more time, for emphasis]