You ignore the spinal column's sales pitch and the other whining meat scraps, pressing on in your urgent quest to reunite with your kid and find a way out of this cheap, laughable horror show. You'll find him on your own, or you'll beat what you need to know out of that pink doorknob guy or whatever the hell that was supposed to be.

On your way down the hall, you notice a huge, leaking pile of trash bags on the floor. What a dump. What an absolute joke. You know what you should do? You should sue. Do talking bugs and guts know what that is? They vaguely know what "hospitals" are supposed to be, maybe they know what a big fat lawsuit looks like.