<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/JohnKrasi_Steve_6060339_600.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clifford learning the ramifications of his inexperience...SYKE! He learns killing someone gets him a lunch date! </em></div><hr/><br/>Clifford's face did not contort to panic as the overweight, drunk mess of a man twitched and made the procedure differently. He actually managed to scold the man.<br/><strong>"Well, someone sure needs to learn to take care of themselves."</strong><br/>His hand remained steady with the tube injected in the man's gut until the moment he began to twitch his final dance with death until he remain lifeless. He was a little torn up over the fact the now dead fatty had spit up a little on his face, all that equipment and it still landed on him. A shudder of disgust washed over him as the doctor lectured him on another one of the rules of medical care. He nodded solemnly, he had just killed a man. As he was dismissed for lunch he pulled off his gloves and gown, thankful that most of Burpelson's fluids had been deflected before he wiped his face with a disinfectant and some gauze before he heard a nurse come up behind him.<br/><br/>He looked her way and nodded, that signature puppy dog look still on his face.<br/><strong>"Sure, its my first day so you are going to have to show me the way."</strong><br/>Cliff agreed to escort the gorgeous blond anywhere she wanted to go, hastily stepping away from the dead man as quickly as he had stepped away from Jane Doe but this time with a nurse! His arm moved to hook his elbow around hers to actually escort her even if she would be the one showing the way.<br/>