There was always a certain nervous tension when the team got called in for routine check-ups performed by their dear healer. It was your turn after a hefty wait in the line to Medic's office, and upon entering, you were greeted by the sight of the doctor holding a very menacing drill.

"Oh, mein Freund!" Medic chirped enthusiastically. "Please, sit. I'll get with you shortly."

While he tended to his pet dove, Archimedes, you awaited your check-up.