Twigs growing out of your fingers is treatable, I said. We could operate. We could give you experimental drugs. WE could dip your hand in brine.
You have such soft, beautiful hands, Mr. Bascomb. My wife used to have them. Until she took up mixed martial arts and now comes home bruised and swollen.
But this isn't about me. It's up to you how you want to treat this. The lilacs growing from the twigs will have to die.
What? Lift your arms. My God. Garlic bulbs growing from your armpits. This, my friend, is serious. I'mgoing to have to call in another specialist. Any other surprises?
Please don't pull down your pants. I don't want to see this.
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