"You didn't use the rubber hammer on me."
"Oh, okay, let's do that." Much hammering ensues, but no responses out of Eightball's arm reflexes, at which Hawk said, "I blame YOU!"
They then cleared off the counter so Eightball could sit up and Hawk could try the legs, and after a moment I heard a giggle. "That's the Pillsbury Doughboy reflex."
A few moments later Hawk asked him to close his eyes and block up one nostril.
"Can you smell this?"
"I can smell something."
"Block up the other side of your nose. What do you smell?"
"Rum!"
The rum test. :)
"Oh, okay, let's do that." Much hammering ensues, but no responses out of Eightball's arm reflexes, at which Hawk said, "I blame YOU!"
They then cleared off the counter so Eightball could sit up and Hawk could try the legs, and after a moment I heard a giggle. "That's the Pillsbury Doughboy reflex."
A few moments later Hawk asked him to close his eyes and block up one nostril.
"Can you smell this?"
"I can smell something."
"Block up the other side of your nose. What do you smell?"
"Rum!"
The rum test. :)