My beloved Christian and I were so happy with the medical treatment we both got from Doctor Vinnie Boombatz that not only were we grateful, we were greatful.
"Christian, dear," I told him, "we really must do something for Dr. Boombatz. If it weren't for him, your finger would still be broken and I would still be peeing in four streams, like the common folk."
"Is it going to cost me any money?" Christian wanted to know.
Holy crap, is my guy funny or what?
So we made our way to the hospital, and asked to see the Head Hookah.
"Do you have an appointment?" his receptionist asked us.
Ha-ha!
What a kidder.
I'm sure she'll find another job soon.
"How can I help you?" Dr. Anton Phibes wanted to know.
"We'd like to do something special for Dr. Vinnie Boombatz," one of us told him.
I think it was me.
"Who?" the Head Hookah responded.
"Dr. Vinnie Boombatz," Christian repeated. "He's in charge of your E.R."
"Boombatz...Boombatz..." Dr. Phibes turned the name over in his mouth like a fluffer in an x-rated movie. "I'm sorry, Mr. Grey, but there is no doctor at this hospital with that name."
"What do you mean there is no doctor here by that name?" Christian sputtered, getting agitated. "He diagnosed my broken finger when my own personal physician-Dr. Bombay-couldn't, and, not only that, but he fixed my wife's sick vagina."
"Did it fall again?" Dr. Phibes asked, slightly changing the subject.
"No, it was urinating in four streams," Christian explained, as I blushed.
"Completely normal," Dr. Phibes said, abominably.
Just then, Dr. Boombatz walked past the open door... carrying a mop!
"There!" I cried out. "There he is!"
Both Christian and Dr. Phibes looked up just in time to see the doctor we were referencing walk by.
"That's your Doctor Boombatz?" the Head Hookah asked us in surprise.
"Yes!" we both cried out in unison.
"I hate to tell you this," he told us, hatingly, "but he's the JANITOR!"