Playing God Page #2

what the f*** is goin' on.

Oh. Morning, mate.

Just chill out, relax.

Be with you in a sec.

I don't understand

rugby sh*t, man.

Who are you?

Looks just like a football.

They throw it up, run for it

and smash into each other.

I hate bleedin' Americans.

You think you're so great.

Life is all a matter

of perspective.

You really learn that

as a doctor.

A man with gangrene

thinks he's lucky if he only

loses a finger and not an arm.

So if your life

was going along well,

and you found yourself walking

with two guys that look like

metallica rejects,

you might think

it was a bad day.

Mr. blossom will be

with you in a minute.

On the other hand,

if your life is in the toilet,

and you had a nasty

fentanyl citrate hangover,

you could say...

What the hell.

I am at the beach.

Dr. Eugene sands?

How do you know my name?

Took an interest.

I'm sorry. You are?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Raymond blossom.

You gonna hurt me?

Are you askin'

'cause you're afraid

or 'cause you want me to?

I'm just tryin' to plan my day.

Oh, man, listen. If I'm

interfering with your plans,

please forgive me.

It's just I was so knocked out

by what you did last night,

I said, "I gotta meet

this guy." That's it.

That's all there is to it.

Medical science amazes me.

Is kidnapping the only way

you can make new friends?

Well, you know.

Hey, why don't you stick

around for a while?

Nah. I should really

be getting home.

Hungry?

No, I'm not.

What do you want from me?

Nothin', man. You know,

just... hang out.

Have a little lunch. That's it.

How's your pill stash

holdin' up, doc?

Fine.

All right. Well, if you start

to get low, you sing out.

You wanna be

my new drug dealer?

Hello. Say hello to Tammy.

You know everybody else.

Hello.

Hey, Eugene, have you ever

thought about the idea...

That everything

that happens, every action,

causes a reaction?

I mean, no matter

how far away or obscure?

A butterfly flaps

its wings in Tibet,

a car gets a flat

in Toronto, a guy gets

a blow job in Bangkok.

All connected.

All subject to the linkages

of cause and effect,

even if comprehensible

only in retrospect.

Claire! Look who's here.

The barroom doctor.

- Hey, baby.

- Hi.

- Here.

- What's this?

It's $10,000.

For what?

For stepping into a fray,

my friend,

and using your considerable

medical skill to save

one of my special friends.

Oh, man!

A f***in' plastic bottle

and a, and a tube and...

F***in' incredible, man.

And Claire was very impressed.

And she was a big help.

Was she?

She's very helpful.

It's been nice

to actually meet you, doctor.

It's been nice

to actually meet you too.

Hey, doc.

- You like basketball?

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