[bizaro86]

Originally Posted by Sr. Mints

It's like going in for brain surgery, and an old colleague you haven't seen in 19 years inexplicably bumps into you at the hospital and shouts "GoOd LuCk!!" from the hallway while your bed is wheeled away as though this is the doctor's second ever surgical procedure and you have a 50/50 change of making it.

And you respond with a thumbs up while quietly muttering a wish for the elevator cables in their lift to snap. As the doctor asks you to count backwards from 10, the whimsical thoughts of them crashing to their doom carry you into a dreamy, surgical slumber paradise.

This is oddly specific.