"You're set to go, Anonymous. The room is ready for you."
Thank you.
"And are you sure you don't want the anesthesia while we operate on your foot?"
Nope. I want my listeners to know there should be nothing to be scared about operations.
"If you say so. The doc will be in a few short moments."
Alrighty then.
Door shuts.
"Anon, are you sure about this. This is fucking crazy."
Never fear little one. This is what it's all about. To teach the frightened that it will be all ok.
"I know you want to do that, but is this really the best way to do it? I'm pretty sure that there's better ways to do this."
Pfft. You make me laugh. I teach ponies that there's nothing to be scared about the doctor and I get to have my broken toe fixed. Win win. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing at all.
Jesus beeping Christ! It beeping hurts! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Hold him still! I can't take out the fractures with him moving!"
Why did you let me do this, Stella?! It beeping hurts! Oh lord have mercy!
"You kept insisting you wanted to do this for the "frightened". It was your decision. Your fault."
Beep them! You know I suck beep at making decisions! Oh God why!
"And that's three out of twenty-four."
Beep that coffee table! I'm burning it when I get back!