This is a conversation between injured!Alfred Jones and yourself, Matthew Williams(Canada).

Matthew Williams(Canada): Bro! What happened?!

injured!Alfred Jones: "Mattie...?" America croaked.

injured!Alfred Jones: "I can't... I can't remember,"

Matthew Williams(Canada): Where are you injured?

injured!Alfred Jones: "My leg,"

Matthew Williams(Canada): looks at your leg "It looks like shit."

injured!Alfred Jones: America groaned. "Thanks, bro. That's a real quality observation,"

Matthew Williams(Canada): I'm super good with medicine. I invented penicillin for maple's sake! I CAN FIX YOU!

injured!Alfred Jones: Alfred rolled his eyes. "Then will you please do something? I'm dying."

Matthew Williams(Canada): Oh yeah. Okay. -Cuts the pantleg away from your injury-

injured!Alfred Jones: Alfred grunted in pain, but didn't say anything.

Matthew Williams(Canada): Pours maple syrup over the wound

injured!Alfred Jones: "Is it healed yet?"

Matthew Williams(Canada): Not quite -wraps the wound in beaver fur and free healthcare-

injured!Alfred Jones: You and your free healthcare.

injured!Alfred Jones: "Wow! I'm healed!"

Matthew Williams(Canada): Yeah. Just be careful.

injured!Alfred Jones: Thanks bro!

Matthew Williams(Canada): -helps you stand-

injured!Alfred Jones: *Stands up* *Grows eagle wings*

Matthew Williams(Canada): WOAH! -Turns into a moose and flaunts outa here-

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