Tribal Production

Move, Cyclops, move! Come on, come on, almost- Woah, who the FU-!
Medic...

When the patient woke up, his skeleton is missing, and the Doctor was never heard from again! Anyway, that's how I lost my medical license.
Archimedes, no! It's filthy in there! Ugh, birds.
Now, most hearts couldn't withstand this voltage, but I'm very certain your heart-

What was noise?

The sound of progress my friend.
Ja, Perfect!

Kill Me.

Later.
Where was I? Ah, There we go...
Come on, come on.
Oh, that looks good. Very nice there!

Should I be awake for this?

Heh, well, no. But, as long as you are could you open your rib cage for me? I can't seem to-
Aww, don't be such a baby. Ribs grow back! *whipsers* No they don't.

What happens now?

Now? Let's go practice medicine.

MEDIC!

Yeah! Woo hoo!
Oh, yeah!

Doctor! Are you sure this will work?

I have no idea!

I am bullet-proof!

Hey, thanks Doc.
Oh, man! You would not believe--how much this hurts.

Archimedes?