All right, kids, here's the deal. I'm a doctor. I don't know about the
rest of you, but that's what I went to school to do for the
rest of my hopefully not-extended life until some merciful hand smote me down before I became too old to enjoy the
oodles of cash I was promised and yet didn't actually get. Being a bartender is gosh darn
swell and all, given the freedom to drink on the job if I really want to, which I usually do, but too much of a good thing makes it
not good anymore. In theory.
Given that, yes, my life
somehow is part of a TV show, it's been a little hard to prove I can, in fact, be a doctor. So, knowing some of you are actually having the same problem, I suggest we team up to either orchestrate some ethically sketchy credential creation or we branch out to other ideas.
So, who's in? Come on, I know you're all just
dying to go back to a life of thankless public service. Fingers are just itching to hack into the next patient for no gosh darn
good reason other than you like your shiny scalpel, aren't they? And yes, I
am pointing my finger at you, Shuffle-Along.