I'm doing this to prove a point!

"Look, all I'm saying is I, like, totes wouldn't put it past her. Would you ?"

"I'm fine, Match...Bozo didn't poison my soup."

Pencil, still laying in bed, was on a call with her concerned best friend.

"Well, I'd, like, keep an eye on her if I were you."

Pencil massaged her temple with her free hand, as she held the phone up. Match wasn't wrong, GB wouldn't be doing this without some reason. Was it just petty spite to show how 'good' she was? Maybe. Was it really all over some way to deny that GB owed her one, or even to suddenly force Pencil to owe her one? Probably. Could this also just be some sick way to get revenge on her? ...

"I'm gonna, like, ask again, Pence-Pence... would you put it past her?"

"I..." Pencil had to think... what was she thinking about ? It was Golf Ball . "...no, I really wouldn't."

"Well, I'll, like, keep the Recovery Center intact just in case." Match sighed. "Anyways, I have to go to, like, a dumb family dinner soon. Firey's comin' back for a while, so mom wants me and, like, everyone else he knows to hang out at this, like, dumb restaurant. I'll be back soon though. I'll try to, like, bring back a sundae or something, 'kay?"

"Okay... bye, Match."

"See ya, Pence-Pence. Get well soon, I guess."

Click

Pencil sighed, looking down at her phone. With that call over, she went back to her show. Ugh, her head was throbbing right now... The thought that GB could poison or otherwise hurt her still fresh in her mind.

Suddenly, with almost impeccable timing, she heard the door of her apartment open. Right... she forgot to lock it. She watched as GB walked in balancing a tray on her head that held a few pill capsules and a small canteen of water, trying desperately to make sure it wouldn't spill.

"Hmph, miss me?" Just like the last time she showed up, Pencil wanted desperately to slap her again for that,. "In case you're curious, I've gathered both headache and cold medicine, a few stomach tablets, and some water for you."

"Oh..." Pencil paused. "Y-yeah, that sounds, uh..."

Would you put it past her, Pence-Pence?

Ugh... Match's words were still ringing through her mind. She looked over the medicine as it was set down on the counter by her. Out of curiosity, Pencil quickly picked one of the closest ones and checked the lid...

"The seal's broken."

"Huh?"

"That protective seal thing..." Pencil squinted. "It's... it's torn."

"Hm." GB just shrugged at her. "I really should've expected as much, I have a lot of headache medicine and I have a spotty memory as to which bottles I've actually already used before... it should be fine, however, as it's still before the expiration date."

Pencil squinted at it...that seemed plausible, Bozo Brain complained about headaches a lot.

"I... I'm not sure."

"Why? What's wrong with it?" Golf Ball asked, raising an eyebrow.

Pencil wasn't sure how to put it... so eh, she might as well be blunt. Why stop now, right?