Shall we dance?
Ok, people
let’s get this show
on the road.
Saddle up
This cowboy’s
ready to ride.

Doc, she’s a high five.

I know, I know.
I’m double gloved.
I ain’t afraid o’ no ghosts.
But I do wish
she was a virgin.

She’s a road map, Doc.

Yep. I’m ready.
Why are we
still gabbing?
Let’s Whipple this
in time for lunch.

Doc, she’s already painted.

Cameraman?
Check.
She good and out Gas Man?
Check.
10-blade.
Have I told y’all
about the 11-hole GSW?

We’ve heard that one, Doc.

Hmmm….well, how about
back when I worked ER,
and Sister Mildred was
a frequent flier,
always came late at night.

Doc, we’ve heard them all.

Telling my tales
relaxes me,
keeps me focused.
Humor me, people.
What about Biker Bill?

That’s a good one, Doc.

Well, Biker Bill
was circling the drain,
refusing to discharge up.
His organs were trash.
We needed his bed.

Doc, she’s trying to help.

Dammit, Gas Man,
do your job.
Why do you get
the big bucks
if not to make
my job easier?
Are you kidding me?

Ok, she’s out Doc.

Buzz me, Nurse.
So Biker Bill
just won’t do
the celestial discharge
and in walks
his wife.
I’ll need the retractors next.

Doc, why was he in the ER?

Metal poisoning. Followed
by MVA. So, anyway,
in walks his wife.
All she wants to know
is if he cheated on her
before getting
himself shot.

Did he, Doc?

Well, that’s where
the story gets good.
Test him for VD,
she screams.
The guy’s doing
the death rattle,
but she wants proof.

Doc, you ready for staples?

Almost, but then
in walks the girlfriend.
After security broke up
the fight, I had to lay crepe
with them handcuffed
to either side of
his bed.

I thought you broke up the fight, Doc.

Maybe I did,
I don’t remember.
I just know it took
that man way too long
to check out and we
had to sit and listen to
their love triangle all night.

Doc, we done?

Yep. This one’s
a winner. I think
we got it all.
Good work, team.
I told y’all we
could finish in
time for lunch.