Chief Medical Officer's Log
Stardate 74007.95 ... 1 ???
Scratch that. Where's the backspace on this — Hold on. Let me try the voice control. Manual typing. Can you believe it? It's practically obsolete. Then again, haha! Antique communication device.
Testing.
Hello?
Yes! Anyway! Thanks to the considerate and quick-thinking response of your resident robotic healthcare professional, I have been made aware of the current crisis. For those of you I have yet to meet — which, surprise! is basically all of you sans Baymax and Sergeant Barnes — I am Doctor Orlin Dax. You may call me Orlin. Or Dax. Or Doctor Orlin or Doctor Dax. Or Doctor Orlin Dax. Or Doctor. Just don't call me late for dinner! was that too much? that was too much. really could go for a Samarian Sunset right now
I will be assisting in the medical clinic until further notice. Apparently we are well stocked for, uhm, we have lollipops. But we also have heart! Or, at least, I have one. Organic, that is. But who's to say that a ball of wiring surrounded by advanced circuitry isn't also a heart? Am I right? We don't discriminate. Anyway! If you need any medical assistance, please don't hesitate to give me a call. Or yell, if that helps you work through the nociceptor response. But if you could also yell your pain level on a scale of 1 - 10 — 10 being 'oh my stars my arm has been ripped off!' — that would be useful in helping me come up with an appropriate treatment plan.
Thank you.
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