>Ask again where your SON is

Dr. H.M. Phage, T.E:
Oh, dear. You'd better calm down there, gramps, we don't want you blowing your booklungs all over your freshly mucused gown, do we? Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back with our head transfusionator. We'll have those hearts pumping healthy yellow bile again in no time!

The delusion calling itself Dr. Phage hastily scuttles back out of the room before you can respond again, let alone get your hands around its neck-like region. You hear the clattering of its legs fading down the hall beyond the curtain.