I am going into this washing machine that talks. I can't help but notice that everyone else runs out of the room when they turn this machine on. I don't care because I have already been nuked by the xray machine at Halverson's Shoe Store when I was a kid and had a great desire to look at the bones in my feet every time I passed the store.
This guy is going to interpret the pictures they took of my insides.
Then I had to see my doctor for antibiotics to fix this spider bite, and Surprise! he already had the results of the CT on his laptop. I am not dying, but I have two spleens. Extra spleens run in my family. Ain't technology wonderful!