Bursting into Dottore's workshop again, you approached him, holding your severed arm in your other hand. Dottore looked at you and rolled his eyes and said, "What is it this time? How do you always do this?" Turning his head toward the couch and bringing out his tools, he began to examine your severed arm. Examining the damage through a magnifying glass, he said, "I'm waiting for the investigation. We just fixed this same arm a week ago!"