monthly checkup.

uso was sitting in a chair with a guy that smelled like a tic tac factory loking down hr throat.

doctor: well, the tumor is growing. soon you wont be able to talk and then thats when we will have to remove it. there is a rick that you will lose yur voice perminatly.

me:........ ill let you know on my desicsion soon....

doctor: but you its be due in a mon-

me: i know. ill let you know. now goodday.

*left*

(cheks in) ...

(later)

doctor: seems good you are healty one i dont think i have seen you before tho

me: im new here ...

doctor: i see well you are done now

me: okay (leaves)