Caught a cold

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Jamey: *coughs into his arm*

Faz: *drops his spoon* Did... did you just cough?

Jamey: ... yeah?

Faz: are you sick?!

Jamey: What? No, I'm a demon. I can't get sick.

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Jamey: *coughs more and rubs his nose* Jeez, My nose is really stuffy.

Faz: Let me take your temperature.

Jamey: I'm not sick!

Olive: You are! Admit it!

Oil: You're still in bed too!

Jamey: I can get up, jeez. *gets out of bed and sways a bit* W-wow, t-the whole room is spinning.

Faz: You're sick! Lay back down!

Jamey: Demons don't get sick!

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Lucifer: Yeah he's sick.

Angelo: Aww my poor baby. *goes to hug him*

Lucifer: Stop! *pulls him back* He has the flu.

Faz: oh! Should we get him vaccinated?

Lucifer: Vaccines are a joke. I don't think those would even help us. He's a demon for fucks sake!

Olive+Oil: *looks at each other* KAREN!! *points at Lucifer*

Lucifer: What the fuck is a Karen?

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Jamey: Me, a demon. *coughs* got sick.

Faz: Shush. Drink your chicken soup. *gives him a spoonful*

Jamey: *eats it* I'm a doctor for pete's sake. *eats more*

Faz: *laughs* Maybe you got sick because your a doctor and you're always tending to sick patients!

Jamey: No! I refuse to believe I'm sick!

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Faz: Take your medicine.

Jamey: No!

Faz: Stop being a child.

Jamey: I've never taken medicine in my life and refuse to take it.

Faz: *pounces on him* Take your medicine!!

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Jamey: Now I got you sick!

Faz: *giggles coughing into his arm*

Olive: Take your medicine.

Oil: We have chicken soup! *holds out two bowls on a tray*

Jaz: You're both idiots.

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