GReeTiNGS!! THiS iS THe BeyoNDeR!!!

Beyonder: ............................................GAH!!!!!
the Michael: OH HEY, B, YOU'RE AWAKE!
B: Where am I? Mike?
M: Yeah, it's me, how are you feeling?
B: Bad, I hurt all over.
M: Oh geeze, I'm sorry. You got hit pretty hard on your...
B: ... My what?
M: Well, I'm not entirely sure.
B: Hmm...
Nurse: Oh, Mr. Mills, how wonderful to see you awake. Here's your lunch, you must be starved.
B: I am!!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME
N: Ok, well, here's Miss Dunn's lunch, if she wakes up.
M: Thank you.
B: I think they screwed up the order. I'm supposed to have a double Jell-o.
M: Hmm.
B: Yeah... I'll just take Georgia's.
M: Maybe you should leave it.
B: Why, she's not gonna want it.
M: Yeah, but what if - (but it was already gone.)
Georgia: ............. BAH!!!!!
M: Darling! You're awake! I've been so worried!
G: Where the fuck am I? What's this shit all hooked up to me? AWGH, sick, what's this thing in my arm?
M: You've been in a coma, sweetie. You and B. It's a miracle B survived. And you too, honey, of course.
G: How long has he been awake?
M: Only about a half an hour. I was bumped in the head myself, But I didn't fall into a coma like you sissies.
G: Ugh, my face... FOOD!!!!
B: Calm down, there, slim.
G: EW!!!!!!! YOU?
B: Damn skippy.
G: ... Did you eat my Jell-o?
B: No.
G: Then why.... nevermind.
B: Do you want this chicken? I can't eat it, I'm full of Jell-o.
G: Yes, gimme!!!!!
B: Heh.
G: THIS IS FAKE CHICKEN!!!
B: Yep.
G: Gross.
M: I brought your laptop, sweetie.
G: SWEET GIMME!!
B: NO GIVE IT TO ME!!
G: SHUT UP, Be_STUP_IDNER!!
B: Fine, I'll just watch some tv.
G: I was just going to turn that on!!
B: Yeah well...
G: God, I hate you...
M: Also, the Red Sox are out of the World Series because the Yankees beat the tar out of them.
G: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!