“Open your eyes, Craif…. Craif… open your eyes.”
The sound of the surgeon’s voice stirred the sleeping beast. Craif raised his hand to shield his eyes from the soft florescent light.
“Seriously Craif,” the surgeon commanded, “Quit fucking around. Your surgery was 8 weeks ago. This is just a follow up visit.”
“Then why am I so groggy?” Craif asked.
“Oh I don’t know,” the surgeon responded. “It probably has something to do with that all you can eat, gravy buffet you just came from.”
“Oh yeah,” Craif responded. He had almost forgotten how awesome he was.
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