Doctor Benway, ship’s surgeon, drunkenly adds six inches to an already overlarge cut.
“Perhaps the appendix is on the other side, sir.”
“Appendix on the other side? I’m taking the appendix out. What do you think I’m doing here?”
Just then, the ship is rocked by a large wave, spilling the doctor’s cigarette ashes into the open incision.
“Sew 'im up. I can’t work under these conditions!”
~paraphrasing Wm. S. Burroughs as best i can recall.
i fear Dr. Benway may have been the surgeon what cut out my gall bladder here in florida-da land.
