"Oh boy..." You say as you see the familiar specs of the gator you've become all too acquainted with during the last two months. "What is it now, Bobby...?
"H-hey Doc." Says the reptile as he steps inside, wearing a tucked in shirt with nerdish looking shorts, tail sliding over the floor as it follows. "I-i think I got it bad this time."
You sigh, having heard that so many times you had even dreamt about hearing it a few nights ago.
"Bobby, we've been through this a million times. There's nothing wrong with you."
"Yes. Yes, I know you think so, but I've been reading up on the diseases most common among gators and-" The alligator starts, unknowingly knocking over the fluid holder as he paces up and down. You, standing nearby, catch it and push it to the side and out of the way.
"Bobby, seriously? You're being paranoid as usual."
"No, Doc please! just hear me out?" The gator urges.
You sigh...taking a moment to collect yourself before motioning for him to go ahead and do his thing.
"Excellent! Now, as I was saying-" Already you've lost interest and with that you start to drift off a little as the gator trails on and on about what he might and/or could already have. You're basically about to fall over when the gator turns to you and says, "So will you check me out Doc?"
"Hmm...wha-what? Check you out?" You question.
"Yeah, check me out, to see if everything is alright?"
"Uhmm...sure?"
"Great!"
"So, uh, what is it you want me to do exactly?"
"I'm sure you're familiar with the procedure, but if you want me to speak plainly..."
