I never thought in my whole second life that I'd ever willingly enjoy doing something important that I was wholly not trained for, but this one guy was really trying his best to crack me up... for all of the wrong reasons.
"So you vomited earlier according to the woman that took you here," I began, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes as I let my mind meander a bit at the potential possibilities. "Do you recall seeing what you vomited out?"
"No?!" my patient almost screamed at me as he groaned about the pain again. "Why would I remember what the hell I vomited out?!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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