I am a little worried about your health.
Can I examine you?
Dr. Evil, Burbank
Murray quit going to doctors a long time ago. I had to have this planter’s wart removed off the bottom of my big toe, and this fucking doctor filled me full of anesthetics. I don’t remember the next couple hours, but when I came to, I was dressed in a muu muu and the doctor was shouting “I AM CARDINAL WILLEBRANDS AND YOU ARE THE AMBASSADOR FROM ECUADOR”.
If any of you happen to know Dr. Willebrands, keep the hell away from that mother. Or, at least let me know if he asks about me. Now leave me the fuck alone.