Jetman and Doctor

Jetman: Doctor, I was wondering if you could—
Doctor: Let me guess. You flew headfirst into a monolith again.
Jetman: No… well you see… I… uhh… walked into a door? Yeah, a door. Silly me.
Doctor: Are you sure, Jetman? Are you sure you walked into a door?
Jetman: Would I lie to you?
Doctor: You're still wearing your helmet, Jetman. It's covered in blood.
Jetman: I can explain.
Doctor: The back of your legs are covered in burn marks. As if burned by some sort of jetpack. Perhaps the one you are wearing right now.
Jetman: Doc, I need to get back out there. JetBanana doesn't even need a helmet. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?
Doctor: Jetman, you don't need to feel like you're competing with anyone. Just go out there and have fun. Wait a second, the nurse is handing me a message for you. It says, "Will Davenport has challenged you to beat 7904 in the Jetman Arena. Meet Will in the Arena."
Jetman: 7904? Sweet Jesus. Has this Will no mercy?
Doctor: Oh wait, there's a heckle attached. "suck on this, biatch. suck on my ballz." Sounds serious.
Jetman: What did I do to deserve this life?
Doctor: See you tomorrow, same time?
Jetman: I hope not. I hope to God not. [somberly hovers out the window]

CRS '09