*Disappears from under the hospital sheets.
Hey, like wasn't there a patient here a moment ago?
Search the sheets, he couldn't have gotten far. He already had one foot in the grave.
What do you make of that Dr. Prawn?
Dr. Bob: Dunno about him, but I make 12 inches out of it.
Janice: Rully? I think he makes a fic and a half out of it instead.
Piggy: Quit it with the dumb jokes... When do we get paid?
Tune in next time when you'll hear Dr. Bob and Nurse Janice say...
You get paid?