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Bandages, ointments, and scales—

You’ve landed in my hospital ward.

Your nose was slightly broken, it seems;

Now, I’ll administer the anesthetic.

— Why do I need anesthesia, Comrade? I’ve only got a scratch on my forehead!

You were flying high on your motorcycle,

And then—crash!—you ended up in a wreck.

I’m taking off your socks now...

— We’re going to remove your appendix right now, Patient. Just like that.

— But my appendix doesn’t hurt, I tell you! I’ve only got a scratch on my forehead! And anyway—you know—the appendix isn’t located in the feet; it’s somewhere in the... back region. Certainly not in the heels! You wouldn’t look for cavities under my fingernails, would you?

— Patient, stop acting like a medical professor. I know best

what to do—and what *not* to do—with you in this critical post-natal situation. Nurse! A mirror!

I’m gutting you, slicing open your body.

I’m gutting you—it makes my soul sing!

I’m gutting you; it’s no trouble at all—

For today, I’ve become a surgeon.

You’re lucky you ended up in my care.

I’ll save you; I’ll stitch up whatever needs stitching.

I’m gutting you, singing songs as I go...

Oh, damn it! I’m cutting through your intestines with my bare hand!

— You don’t need to stitch anything up, Comrade! Aaaah!

There’s no such thing as an appendix in the heels! An appendix in the heels... It just doesn’t happen like that! And that’s a fact, Comrades.

After all, that would be just like—you know—looking for hemorrhoids inside a nostril!

Then again, with a swift wave of my hand,

I sliced ​​off your *genitalia*.

— Ooooh...

Don’t be afraid; I’ll take a loop of your intestine

And stitch it on in place of your manhood.

— It’ll be good as new! My hand is trembling once again:

My liver goes flying to the ceiling.

I’ll scrape it off the wall

And sew it back onto my lungs.

I’m gutting you, slicing through your body.

I’m gutting you—my very soul is singing!

I’m gutting you; it’s no trouble at all—

For today, I’ve become a surgeon.

True, back in medical school,

I got nothing but straight Fs.

But today, I’ll prove to the world

That I’ll be the very best surgeon there is.

— Hey, you don’t need to sew anything back on me—who do you think you are, some kind of expert seamstress? Aaaah!!!

— Ow, ow, ow... Miss, do you realize that this thing is called a "finger" only in a metaphorical sense? Why on earth are you sewing it onto my foot? Now I’ll have to walk around in soggy slippers forever!

— It’ll be good as new!

I’m gutting you, slicing through your body.

I’m gutting you—my very soul is singing!

I’m gutting you; it’s no trouble at all—

For today, I’ve become a surgeon.

You’re lucky you ended up with me.

I’ll save you; I’ll sew back whatever needs sewing.

I’m gutting you, singing songs as I go...

Oh, damn it! I just ripped out your intestines with my bare hands!

— You know, the thing is... you don't get appendicitis in your heels. Appendicitis in the heels... That’s just not a thing... And rightly so, comrades! After all, that would be just like—you know—looking for hemorrhoids inside your nostril. If you’re really a doctor—you know—then you ought to understand perfectly well that I don’t have any eyeballs on my backside, either.

Any ophthalmologist would confirm that...