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Garrett: I'm gonna snap my fingers...
and you're gonna be a surgeon.
And you're performing...
What kind of surgery?
Zach: Tummy-tuck.
Garrett: You're performing a tummy-tuck
on this... this patient, on your bed.
And...
I'm your nurse.
What- what is my name?
Okay. Well...
Well my name is nurse...
Zach: Hilda.
Garrett: Hilda.
And you're Dr. Toothman.
And you're gonna perform a tummy-tuck on this guy.
So... I'm gonna snap my fingers and
you'll follow my instructions
and also, you know more than I do but
usually I tell you what to do, so...
I'll snap my fingers and we're gonna perform
a tummy-tuck on this guy.
*snap*
Nick: Mkay.
Today...
Garrett: What is the first step?
Nick: Hmm, let's check out the patient's...
belly.
Let's see, it looks like...
...are you getting this?
Looks like this...
this right here...
Garrett:... wait wait wait.
Nick: Excuse me?
Garrett: He must have hiccups.
Don't worry about it.
Nick: Well it looks like this fat right here
needs to lose...
Hilda.
He has a lot of hiccups.
I don't know what to do, I'm a surgeon.
Garrett: Actually, it's this new medicine we've been using.
It puts them to sleep and they don't feel anything
but they get bad hiccups. It's okay.
Nick: Bad hiccups?
Garrett: Yes.
Nick: Alright, so...
Hmm... let me grab the sharpie here.
Garrett: Would you like your scalpel?
Nick: Yes, nurse.
Are you still getting this?
Zach: Yeah.
Nick: Okay.
Carefully...
incision...
into...
the...
Okay, okay.
Okay.
The tongs.
I need tongs.
Garrett: Tongs.
Nick: To hold the... skin.
Garrett: Find some tongs.
Nick: Nurse Hilda, the patient is dying.
Zach: Oh, uh, I'll get them.
Nick: I need tongs now!
I NEED TONGS.
He's dying!
He's...
TONGS.
Okay, he's good.
Okay.
Now we're gonna remove the excess fat
from the tummy here.
Garrett: Wait, we needed that.
Nick: What?
Garrett: He was gonna put it on his butt.
Nick: Put it... what?
Garrett: He wanted a... larger butt.
He's taking the fat from his stomach.
Nick: CONTAINER.
I NEED A CONTAINER.
SOMEBODY GET ME A CONTAINER FOR THE
EXCESS FAT. HURRY.
HURRY!
Garrett: Careful with that fat.
Nick: I.V.
He's going into a coma.
I.V!
Nick: That was a close one, doctor.
I mean, Hilda.
We need a...
Stitches.
I need stitches.
Stiches. There you go.
Garrett: Oh, I forgot to mention...
This patient's a zombie.
Dustin: Rrrgghh!
Nick: OH MY GOD.
I.V! I.V!
I.V!
Garrett: We're out of I.V.
Nick: MORE I.V.
Garrett: Take it easy!
Zach: Wait...
let's just...
just kinda sit down...
Garrett: NO NOT LIKE THAT!
Turn it around!
Nick: Oh god.
Zach: Sit.
Garrett: Why is he beeping?
Zach: Sit.
Garrett: I think he's a bomb.
Nick: A bomb?!
Oh my god.
Garrett: 20 seconds...
Nick: The pin, the pin!
*pop*
*explosion*
Nick: So much for a tummy-tuck.
Garrett: Is everything okay?
Nick: I don't know.
Flashlight?
Garrett: No, why?
Nick: Okay.
Helga. (?) Come here.
Garrett: I... I have a confession.
I'm a zombie too.
Nick: OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
I NEED AN I.V.
Garrett: We're out of I.V.
Nick: OH GOD.
Nick: My zombie gun!
Zach: No, no no!
Not that, not that! Not that!
Garrett: Wait!
Maybe if you sit in this seat you'll find something.
Sit!
Sit down!
Sleep!