A guy who needs two decades' worth of corn Parkps Hoovered out of his neck, or a guy who can't stand daylight, and whose blood won't clot. You do the triage.
Who's next?
If you'll excuse me, I've got a real Patient. Mister... Hitler. Really. Had to do something to amuse myself while your receptionist fought with her boyfriend.
If you'll excuse me, I've got a real Patient. Mister... Hitler. Really. Had to do something to amuse myself while your receptionist fought with her boyfriend. [SEP] Who's next? [SEP] A guy who needs two decades' worth of corn Parkps Hoovered out of his neck, or a guy who can't stand daylight, and whose blood won't clot. You do the triage.