Thanks, old friend. It involves an optic fiber going the wrong way up a urethra that has until recently been strictly a one-way passage.

The witch doctor believes he has found a small tumor inside the bladder where I store my precious bodily fluids before eliminating them. I am sure he just wants to steal my precious bodily fluids but I have to catch him in the act, see. So I am playing dumb. He'll be so surprised when I spring my little trap. But mum's the word. I know this guy--if he suspects I'm onto him, he'll try to drug me into unconsciousness before invading my secret passages, to prevent me from capturing him in the act. Pretty dastardly, these medical types. But I'm too smart for him, see.

Presumably this will all be resolved by the end of the day (Halloween).

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