WALLACE AND GROMIT BUT GROMIT HAS CROHN'S DISEASE

[idunnosomename]

Eee lad, we're down to our last few coppers. And you have Crohn's disease!

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Gromit:  what's crohn's disease again

[Dewt]

 It's The Wrong Trousers, Gromit, and they've gone wrong! And I've shit them!

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Wallace:  EEeeeeh gromit that's crones disease you've got

Gromit:  i ain't been near no crones you drug addled cunt

[bgmnts]

You've shat the wrong trousers!

[Huxleys Babkins]

WENDOLENE: I think your dog needs you.

WALLACE: Ah yes... The bounce has gone from his bungee. And he's shat himself. Again.

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Gromit:  I'm guessing from all the surrounding hullabaloo that Crohn's disease is the one with all the shitting.  Like a title for the sitcom 'Friends', except with me shitting absolutely everywhere.  Can I be cured?

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I hope it is already clear that Gromit says all his bits with only his thoroughly expressive eyebrows.

[evilcommiedictator]

Wallace: "Don't mind me Gromit, I can only eat certain things now without my guts warbling like that time the time knitting machine lost a washer"
Gromit: "Doesn't say anything, except an eyebrow"
Wallace: "Ohh Gromit, time for my biologics, they make the tumor necrosis factor Alpha react in ways that are more complicated to explain in a mere forum post"
Gromit: "Prepares robotic telescopic operating arm to remove 10ft of Wallace's lower intestine"

[Huxleys Babkins]

WALLACE: 'Ere, lad, it says in the paper that dairy products can worsen the symptoms of ulcerative colitis and Crohns. Fancy that, eh?

GROMIT: ...

WALLACE: Ah well, all the more Wensleydale for me, eh? *CHUCKLES*

*GROMIT GLOWERS*

[idunnosomename]

this thread is far funnier than I expected, well done everyone

[Alberon]

Wallace: Eee lad! Can't have you shitting all over the house. Time to take you to the vets to die.

Gromit: But who will save you from all your whacky if unfeasible inventions? (Conveyed by raising an eyebrow).

Wallace: Don't worry about that, lad. My friend Lenny said he'd take over your job. Here he is now.



Gromit: What the shitting CHRIST is that?!? Forget the vets! I'm going to gas myself in the oven right now!! (Conveyed with an eye roll and a silent tut).