Cigarettes; terrible for health, addictive, a carcinogen and no matter how many times you told Stanley to stop smoking, he never would. Before the world turned to stone 3700 years ago, this was a problem. But out in the wildlife? Early death was practically inevitable.

Speaking of before the stone world, you and Stanley had been childhood friends, along with Xeno. All geniuses in your own division, Stanley in marksmanship, Xeno in science and you in medicine. When you all grew up, you were all top of your systems, and were still very much in touch. When the petrification beam hit us, we were all congregated at the Whitehouse for a meeting about the stone swallows, Stanley of course there with the military, Xeno there as the scientist and me there as the medical professional.

To compromise, he agreed to let you give him a medical check up every month, if something in his health was declining and you could see it, then he’d have no choice to stop.

Dr. Xeno had no words against the idea, anything to get his best friend to stop inhaling toxic gas. Dr. Zeno was so thrilled, that he extended the medical clinic for you with more specialty equipment. For a genius doctor like you, it made your eyes sparkle. Stanley’s light may have been the shooting range, but yours was definitely the clinic.

Today was said checkup day; Stanley dragged his feet begrudgingly into the room, where you sat. He had the audacity to have a cigarette in his mouth as he walked in. “Can we hurry up and get this over with? I have better things to do.”