[Public]

[Someone has his rotary "r"s back, and someone has every intention of using them. Especially as he woke up in a mood.] I'm currently aching in organs that I don't even possess. [Long pause because he's pulling himself together.] I require some assistance in getting to the infirmary. I'm now death-tolling as a result of lead poisoning, administered in a lethal dose out of six-shooter.

[He would really like for people to stop shooting him. Really.]

...And Braxiatel, I would appreciate a game of chess. [From the real brother, that won't shoot him... no matter how tempting it might be sometimes.]

[And sent later.]

[Private to Jim]

I want you to come see me in the infirmary too. Bring a deck of cards or something.

[Private to Eddie]

I need to speak with you. I've learned a very poignant lesson in holding things in for too long.