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- I brought you a little going away present.

- Thanks.

You have to promise me

one thing.

You won't open it

until you get home.

Ok. I promise.

I think you're going to like it.

Hey, Doctor I'm back home now

and I've decided to continue monitoring

myself. I'll be using 2 cameras.

I have a feeling that things are about

to get pretty exciting around here

and I didn't want you

to miss the show.

I'm not going to tell you

how I managed to get these,

but I'm going to

resume treatment on my own.

I know that someday

when you see these videos

you'll understand how wrong

you were to pull the plug.

And you'll also discover what

a great doctor you really are.

Who knows? You might even

win a Nobel prize.

Ok. This is day 1.

- Hey, it's Larry, right?

- No, Harry.

- Is John home?

- No, he's out.

F***! I really wanted some weed.

Could you hook me up?

Nah, I don't smoke.

Do you, you want to wait for him maybe?

Wait 'til she

meets Edward, Doctor.

Hey! You're home!

What happened?

They fire your ass or somethin'?

You smoke weed now, Harry?

No.

But apparently Edward does.

Who? Ah, Edward.

Right, right.

I'm really happy you're back,

man. You look good!

You gotta puff, puff, pass.

That's the way it works.

Are you filming this?

Yeah. The Doctor wanted me to continue

to monitor myself for a little while.

Right, Doctor?

The Doctor wants to

watch you smoke some weed?

Well, we do have a

prescription for that, right?

Hell, yeah, we do.

And for the record,

this is being used for

medical purposes only.

I mean, I have that herniated disc and

my little brother has terrible insomnia.

Shut the f*** up

and pass that sh*t already.

So Edward, huh?

It's the age of the alter ego, John.

It's the age of the Avatar.

I'd totally bang

that blue chick.

I mean, I would like

take her blue creepy tail

and put it on my, my dick and then all

of a sudden we'd be connected and one.

Ah, that is some strong sh*t you're

smoking. I got a huge headache.

Oh, I am getting my assed kicked

by some 12 year old kid in France.

How do you say

f*** you in French?

Dad was drunk when he came

to see me at the hospital.

He tried to hide it, but I

could smell it on his breath.

Tell me something I don't know.

F*** you, you little frog.

A**hole just blew me apart

with a grenade launcher.

I don't know why

he keeps coming around.

I just wish he'd get

out of our lives already.

You want to get that?

And not walk in?

Oh, you're early.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

No, no,

I was just getting ready.

Hey, what's up, nurse?

- You remember my brother, John, right?

- Yes.

I'm outta here. Yeah, well,

I'll get you later, you little b*tch.

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