You are the doctor who gave me the results of my colonoscopy right after the procedure, while I was still under twilight anesthesia. So you don't want me to drive, but you can give me your diagnosis while I'm experiencing mild amnesia from a sedative? This reminds me of the optometrists who dilate your pupils, then send you to the lobby to pick out frames. No wonder I look like fucking Elton John.
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