Good morning, Doctor Hu-Man is my name, what can I do for you?

Good morning, Mother Nature, I can't complain, and I didn't call for you...?

No worries :grin:
I can see clearly what's wrong with you.
:pat-pat:

Nothing's wrong with me...

The shimmer in your eyes speaks volumes...
First, we'll do the good bleeding out, that'll get you back on your feet in no time.
The access might prick a bit, but it's not too bad, don't you worry.

Do we really have to shave there?

It'll all grow back... or we'll replant it later.

What are you draining?

I suspect you have an excess of this crude, we'll fix that quickly...

And what do you do with this crude in the end?

We pump it onto the Superyachts of our overrich patrons. Some highly professional Ladies will then puke the excesses overboard – you don't need to worry about that at all.

Can't you do nothing else with it?

One could distribute it among the poor to alleviate suffering, but that usually isn't worth it.

I'm feeling dizzy...

Oh, I have various fungicides, herbicides, and pesticides here; those will surely help...

Is there maybe a humanicide too?

Humanicide..?
:ponder-ponder:
...never heard of that...
:ponder:
What is it supposed to be for?

Against the pain!

We do have some fentanyl available - but that gets expensive quickly...
Better to increase the Bleedout first.
I'm just opening the peritoneum a tiny bit, you'll see, it's worth it.

I feel so weak...

The heart pump will surely help you in a moment...
We should get the crude out of your body as quickly as possible.

I'm dying...

Wait, please hold on, I suspect there are some larger deposits up there in the back...

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Miss Mother?

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Oh, too bad...

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Next!

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Next..?

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Hmm...