Transcription
Rabid: Ugh I have a terrible sore throat.
Dr Quickly: Oh my!!
Dr Quickly: You have a terrible advanced parasitic infection. We have to operate immediately.
<< RRRIIIIIPPPP >>
Rabid: OWWWW
Dr Quickly: The operation was a success! We've already started growing your replacement parts.
Rabid: Thank goodness.
Dr Quickly: I'm not talking to YOU, parasite!!
[[ The parasite is incinerated at the Fruitopia Medical Waste Incinerator of Sony Bravia Experimental Research Hospital, which is too cheap to hire a proper sign-maker seriously look at that double hyphen. ]]
Rabid: Moving in together? That must have been the PARASITE'S idea -- last I remember, I was a SWINGIN' BACHELOR!!
[[ Rabid's ruse is unconvincing. ]]
Rabid: I'm pretty sure it was the PARASITE who agreed to scoop the cat litter!