Tired and confused, Larry prepared to perform Hamlet again.

Larry examined the gentleman before him. Clearly, health had been a stranger for some time. He lay weightily in silence, expectantly. Having insisted upon his own consciousness, there was now a fearful pride in his eyes. Gods, how Larry envied this creature before him.

"Nurse, scalpel!"

Larry's hand glid across the belly, leaving a thin red wake in a sea of pasty flesh.

"Clamps!"

His fingers began their erotic dance, touching and teasing apart the fresh-born lips to reveal a deep purple temple of juice and purpose.

"Gather around, gentlemen. There are tales to be told this day."

A dozen pairs of masks and smocks crowded around the table, dragged smartly in toe to unquenchable sterile lust. The patient would be lost, but it would be the most beautiful sight a dozen young students could ever witness. And so opened Friedrick Strausswald for the first time to a land in which nearly anything was possible, within the strict confines of medical malpractice law.