One of them glanced at Eric's butt, wrapped tightly in bandages. 'It's covered up so much, how could he even have a hemorrhoid under there?' he wondered.
But nobody said no.
"Too bad we don't have more time, otherwise I'd love to try giving him a sex change..." the 'expert' standing in the main surgeon's spot sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. "Okay, fine. Let's get started."
And then he stepped away from the table.
Seeing him move, the other four looked confused. "Hey, where are you going?"
"I don't know how to do this stuff!" the man said, like it was the most obvious thing ever.
The other four just stared at each other. Turns out, none of them knew how either.
After a long, awkward silence, the oldest one, the guy with the kindest-looking face, stepped up again. "Okay, fine, I'll do it. I used to take out stitches back when I was an intern... right after I graduated."
'Dude, you graduated like, forty years ago!' the others thought, suddenly very nervous.
