“Hello, Dr. Moore.”

“Well, aren’t you early, Mrs. Nigmos.”

“It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure. Ripp wasn’t very eager to go.”

“You must be Ripp, correct? I’m Dr. Moore. I’ll be performing your surgery today.”

“…!!!!!!!”

“Is he… Is he okay?”

“Ah, sorry about that. He’s, um, not very good with doctors.”

“I understand. I’ve dealt with lots of scared patients before, although most are children…”

“Is there a way to calm him down?”

“Don’t worry about that. If all else fails, the promise of ice cream should work just fine.”

“Hey, relax. You heard him, right? There’s free ice cream.”

“…”

“Uh, Phi? I think Ripp’s broken.”

“Well, no kidding! He’s always losing his voice by the end of the work week, with that absurdly loud singing, more like screeching, he does at two in the damn morning!

“Well, that’s a relief, I guess. I mean, that means daddy’s okay, right?”

“But… There’s one thing I don’t quite understand.”

“…?”

“What’s that?”

“Usually he has something to say about that. Ripp, why didn’t you do that this time?”

“Yeah, you’re right about that. Maybe mom can look at him?”

“Yeah, see if he’ll need a doctor.”

“…!!!”