The Polyp continues mingling for a while, eliciting a variety of what sound like gasps and what may have been a giant blood cell's equivalent to throwing up. You're not really sure.
FERN:
...Anything?
...Anything?
RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:
Lotta losers if you ask me, all except for the colon of course. Gave me her recovery room number! Too bad I ain't got no clearance for the patient wing.
Lotta losers if you ask me, all except for the colon of course. Gave me her recovery room number! Too bad I ain't got no clearance for the patient wing.
FERN:
...Is that it? Why am I still carrying you around?!
...Is that it? Why am I still carrying you around?!
RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:
Aw, don't get your branches in a knot!
They're sayin' their surgeries keep gettin' rescheduled, modified or done over again, and the staff ain't sayin' why, 'cept somethin' about "hypothetically temporary extrabiological complications." Nobody's had a chance to speak with Tori herself, neither.
Now, I do believe I was in the middle of a pretty nice nap...
Aw, don't get your branches in a knot!
They're sayin' their surgeries keep gettin' rescheduled, modified or done over again, and the staff ain't sayin' why, 'cept somethin' about "hypothetically temporary extrabiological complications." Nobody's had a chance to speak with Tori herself, neither.
Now, I do believe I was in the middle of a pretty nice nap...
FERN:
Fine, I guess that was quasi-helpful to know.
Fine, I guess that was quasi-helpful to know.
RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:
Wake me up if we visit gassy over there <3
Wake me up if we visit gassy over there <3
FERN:
Yeah. We're not doing that.
Yeah. We're not doing that.
