This job stinks. I keep this ward disinfected, irradiated and antidiluted, and a bunch of Merman wearing fishtails and singing Grey Flannette Line in falsetto take over and get the place vibrating.

Sev, bend over, and take a deep breath while I insert my speculator. Your mouth needs a rinse with some medicinal soap, any more lip and you'll be Fish Fingers before you know it!

LtS - you, love, need an aloevera and lavendar massage to get your strength back. But I don't do that stuff, you'll have to tell Himself to assist.

Sinsull, what the hell, who needs discipline when squids are still enchained? You free that squid and you'll regret it, girl. Many hands make ... oh never mind. This place smells fishy.

N.R.