>Talk to Dr. Fleagood
FERN:
I hate this cliche, I really do, but...Dr. Fleagood, I presume?
I hate this cliche, I really do, but...Dr. Fleagood, I presume?
DOCTOR FLEAGOOD:
I'd say call me Phineas, but frankly I wish people would quit callin' me at all! They're runnin' me ragged here!!
Say, this here dialog icon don't make me look all weird, does it? Hard to tell from this side!
I'd say call me Phineas, but frankly I wish people would quit callin' me at all! They're runnin' me ragged here!!
Say, this here dialog icon don't make me look all weird, does it? Hard to tell from this side!
FERN:
Uh, I'm sure whatever that is looks fine. You're the guy in charge of "veterinary" medicine, right?
Uh, I'm sure whatever that is looks fine. You're the guy in charge of "veterinary" medicine, right?
DOCTOR FLEAGOOD:
Sure am, sista! I tell ya, people's
ain't so good these layers...and I'd know! *slurp*
Sure am, sista! I tell ya, people's
ain't so good these layers...and I'd know! *slurp*
FERN:
Um. Right. Real quick...can you define that word for me?
Um. Right. Real quick...can you define that word for me?
DOCTOR FLEAGOOD:
What woid??
means , toots. Little crittas what's too helpless an' dumb to seek out their own medical attention! My jurisdictation!
What woid?
?
means , toots. Little crittas what's too helpless an' dumb to seek out their own medical attention! My jurisdictation!
He puffs out his little felt chest and gestures to himself with a little felt thumb. It feels like the only kind of answer you're going to get.
FERN:
Sigh...right, right. Just, uh, checking. I'm sure you know things around here are a little messed up lately.
Sigh...right, right. Just, uh, checking. I'm sure you know things around here are a little messed up lately.
DOCTOR FLEAGOOD:
Whaddaya yappin' about now?! Nut'n wrong wit a little extra bidness, not to mention all the free lunch I been gettin'! Nyuk, nyuk!
...Only problem is I seem to be a little undah-staffed allovasudden, but that's where YOU come in, ain't it?!
Whaddaya yappin' about now?! Nut'n wrong wit a little extra bidness, not to mention all the free lunch I been gettin'! Nyuk, nyuk!
...Only problem is I seem to be a little undah-staffed allovasudden, but that's where YOU come in, ain't it?!
FERN:
Y-yeah...of course. So um...what do you need, exactly?
Y-yeah...of course. So um...what do you need, exactly?
DOCTOR FLEAGOOD:
I'm sure that Docta Gynnie told ya already, din't she? Bless'er little heart, I'm sure she's tryin' her best...she shoulda told ya we got some unhappy customaz around here, but I'm a bit too busy wit IMPOITANT woik to deal with all these goofball complaints myself.
"What's wrong with my?!" ... "WHERE'S my 
?"..."Why can't I go home!?"... "Why are ya callin my a ?!"
...THAT sorta thing. Buncha nonsense! Buncha meanin'less gibberish!! Of course their is a ! What else would it be?!
I'm sure that Docta Gynnie told ya already, din't she? Bless'er little heart, I'm sure she's tryin' her best...she shoulda told ya we got some unhappy customaz around here, but I'm a bit too busy wit IMPOITANT woik to deal with all these goofball complaints myself.
"What's wrong with my
?!" ... "WHERE'S my ?"..."Why can't I go home!?"... "Why are ya callin my a ?!"
...THAT sorta thing. Buncha nonsense! Buncha meanin'less gibberish!! Of course their
is a ! What else would it be?!
