((Sorry for the super-late update!
I was in iraqI got in a car accidentI was fixing my computersI was busy working on midtermsI spent the whole time washing my hairI got really lazy and didn't feel like doing anything.))
Ask him how to get immune to the food.
((You know how Indians are able to handle Indian food without blowing out their bowels? Same thing. If you're born eating some weird or contaminated food, and you eat it for years on end, you will eventually stop shooting fluid out your arse when you eat it.))
get the low-down on the next town we are going to so we can stock up on all the right medication
"Since you're a surgeon, we mainly need you for operations. But, you also will be dealing with pharmaceuticals, pain-killers, and practically everything else on the side. Out here, doctors need to be a medical Jack-of-all-Trades of sorts, but I'm sure you already saw that in the memo."
You nod as if you actually read the memo.
"Anyhow, Surgery-wise you'll be doing work both here and in the field. For the smaller cases like minor wounds or broken bones, you can do the operation right at the other village. But for bigger operations, like the ones that involve cutting people open, you'll have to bring them back here in one piece, so we can get them some proper anesthetics and blood transfusions going."
You bid Dr. Cortez goodbye and head back to your room. You lie there on the bed and think about what to do.
Be extremely passionate. About everything (even moreso then usual).
Make sure to use your tongue to demonstrate your passion.
Damnit, we only use our tounge when we want to passionately knock people out. And using our tongue to stock up on medicine? how would that work?
Well... We could passionately tongue (what is it with that phrase I love?) the village to sleep... Then steal all their medicine... Then go stab them all... Then....
We are a doctor, i doubt it would be very hard to get the medicine even if everyone was conscious.
Also, stupid split personalities, stop disagreeing with me.
Wait a second... Does this mean we'll have to diagnose and treat our schizophrenia? Because that would be... funny.
You wonder what it would be like if there were two of you.
Dissociative identity disorder +1
One of you decides to go on a rampage! he steals the Trusty Sword of Tonguecalibur and begins to kill the towns folk with the mighty passion of a deranged serial killer with an Angel of Death Complex! It's up to you to stop yourself!
Patient number 3 and possibly 4, yourself and yourself.
Step 1: Mental Battle Royal
You are fighting yourself in yourself. This is really weird.
You only have the Bloodbank and he has the stolen Tonguecalibur. The odds may be against you, but you know that your passion for being a substandard doctor will persevere!
It doesn't persevere, but you do manage to get the jump on yourself, like the coward you ALSO are, and you stab you with your own imaginary Blood Bank. You watch, horrified, as your mad self bleeds out of the imaginary wound and dies.
*Victory!*
-1 conscious
...
*Also Failure!*
+ 1 Suicidal tendencies
You wake up in the morning as springy as a hobbit who found his precious.
You can hear someone knocking on your door.
ITEMSTranquilizer gun (Single-use) x1
Blood Bank
What do you do?
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