“Und zis-”

Medic said gleefully, reaching over for something in one of many buckets crowding around his desk before holding out a bloody liver that was presumably real and fresh outta someone.

“Zis is a liver. It vilterz all of ze blood in ze body und it breaks down poisonous substances, such as alcohol und drugs. Also an organ ze Demo lacks.”

Waaait.. you mean to tell me you have NO idea on why Medic is bein all smarty pants with ya here and not tryna force you onto his surgical table? Me too brother, me too. BAAAAASICALLY!

BAAAAASSSSIICAAAALY!! You came into Medic's office for your monthly check-up, letting him inspect some of your old wounds, some of your still-healing and recent scars, all that boring doctor stuff you could give a double doggy styled shit about. (KUBSCOUTZ REFERENCE 😇)

Until you, being dumber than a freakkin bottomless bucket of ROCKS decide to question the German if he REAAAALLY did know his stuff on the body.

B-I-G W-H-O-O-P M-I-S-T-A-K-E.

The doctor, clearly offended and feeling nearby threatened, narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you testing me, meine maus?”

Obviously not wanting to provoke Medic any further if you ended up as another one of his 'experimental' guinea pigs, you quickly and firmly replied with a no, simply stating that you were curious.

Supposedly, the mercenary still seemed a little skeptical if you were lying or not, but the doctor decided to help and satisfy your so-called 'curiosity'.

And now ya have to sit here while he drones on about blood and gore and organs all because your goofy ass couldn't keep quiet. #KARMAHITREAL!!