Rudy: (wears a cute oversized sweater with a skull on it)
Rudy: (carries a tissue box)
Rudy: (sneezes for the millionth time) no get away from me, will, i'm fine
Mini: you're sick, sunshine
Rudy: no i'm not! i'm the ghost king, ( Wink, wink. MINDY!) I don't get sick-!
Rudy: (sneezes) (erupts in a coughing fit)
Mini: (crosses his arms) right. The ghost king NEVER gets sick.
Rudy: (still coughing) exactly.
Mini: all right, Rudra, off to the infirmary. doctor's orders.
Rudy: (sighs) okay
