If you should feel any discomfort during the procedure, just send me a signal by breaking your constraints, smashing the room, and burning the nearby village.
This won’t hurt a bit…until I flip the switch to send 10,000 volts of electricity through your body.
Sorry, I know you requested a black chest restraint to match your outfit, but I could only find white on such short notice.
Before I unbuckle your chest strap, perhaps I should show you the bill.
If you can understand English, please answer by groaning, “MAAAAARRRRWW!”
And the bartender says, ‘Wait a minute, that rabbi’s a duck!’ Pretty funny, right? Now that I’ve warmed you up with a joke, I have some bad news about you not being human and being composed of stolen body parts.
I just got off the phone with your healthcare provider and they’re claiming death is a preexisting condition.
I hope I’m not moving too fast; I usually don’t hold necks until the second date.
This is so embarrassing, but it appears I left the key to this cape in my other pants. We might be wrapped up in here a while.
And where were you all afternoon? Are these needle marks I see? Did you donate blood again? I guess you’re the type of girl who’ll give her blood to anyone, aren’t you?
Are you sure this is how a staring contest works?
Yes, you were right to come in. This mole looks serious. But I’m even more worried about the hand attached to the front of your neck.