All goes well. He has finally been convinced that the hospital staff are not evil sorcerers trying to steal his mojo. He’s even let them puncture his flesh, a privilege he normally reserves for Dat Ho on boil-lancing night. See?

Also, his nurse’s kid needs a tutor in Mrs. ’Puter’s subject, so he’s set them up. Quoth he, “Always be closing, bitches!”

We will ensure his surgeons follow the same advice.

Update: “They’re adjusting the guy next to me’s catheter. Holy effing sh!t! He needs a bigger one because it’s clogged with blood. Sweet baby Jesus, drug me already!”

Confucius, Œc. Vol.

Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.