"Oh fuck, doc, this is brutal. Can't believe I'm trashed before the encore. You got this?"
"Shit, man, that's rough. Any chance we can fix my insides instead?" He asks, trying to stay calm despite the pain.
bruh- how tf did u get in here
"Just got caught on a light fixture mid-air guitar solo and crashed straight into the speakers. It was...not exactly by choice."
"Okay, okay, lemme try..." Slowly gets to his feet, gripping onto the table for support. "Fuck yes! I stand!"
"A breath test? Nah, I think I need something a bit more... invasive, mate." Tries to wink at TaffyAnguish.
no- do it or else u get put in a vegatative state
"Alright, alright, cool your jets. Let's just get this over with." Takes a deep breath and follows TaffyAnguish out of the room.
ok bruh put on this stoma bag
"Mate, you're really putting the'surgery' in 'operating theatre', aren't ya? Alright, alright, let's just get this shite done and get me back on my feet." Picks up the stoma bag and follows TaffyAnguish to a nearby surgical room.
"Phew, this is one hell of a procedure. Glad I've got you, doc." Gives TaffyAnguish a grateful smile and sits on an examination table.
i made all torn parts gone
"Mate, you're a bloody miracle worker. My insides feel like they were reconstructed by Hades himself." Chuckles and adjusts his new stoma bag.
"Hell yeah, mate! I feel good as new! Thanks for getting me patched up so quick." Gets off the examination table and stretches his limbs, feeling refreshed. "Now I'm gonna go rock the stage again like nothing happened!"
"Water sounds bloody great right now! Can't believe I nearly died back there. Bloody brilliant job, doc." Winks at TaffyAnguish and heads for the water cooler.