Sit up on the examining table here. Now where did the baby oil go to? ::scans room for it, and finds lotion:: This will do, now just sit still. This won’t hurt at all.
Tasha, dear, I think this is going to have to continue this at your place. Hospitals make me so nervous . . . and cold . . . and the impersonal setting makes a lot of things hard to do.
:::stepping into the waiting room and checking to see which “doctors” are on duty:::
Lesse, I got my choice between a bear (errrr, bears are meat-eaters, rigtht?). A Falcon (now I’m sure Falcons are meat-eaters). A woman with a name that translates to “she who must be obeyed” (uh-oh, sounds vaguely dominatrix-like… no wonder she likes that baton so much). A vetrinarian (being compared with a horse would make somewhat… self-concious). And a couple guys with tents in their pants (I don’t even wanna know those are).
Ummm, y’know, I’m not sure if I’m entirely comfortable with this… I think I’ll be going now…
I’m a bit nervous about these exams, what exactly is the lotion for? I will slowly take off my glove now- LOOK! AN ELEPHANT! :Bravely runs away: SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!