<hours pass. The hours length to a day. The patient continues tossing, flailing, twitching, sweating, mumbling...>
... deranged superheros... blazing saddles.... paranoid robots piloting planes... eurovision torture....
<and then, a most terrifying development, off-key, off-temp and manically, something that might once have been bits of songs eminates from the lips, punctuated with hysterical laughter..>
...We're all going to the zoo tomorrow, the zoo tomorrow....
...Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me....
<The doctor, who had previously been backing out of the room, consults the "health and saftey at work (sounds)" handbook in a panic, and runs terrified out of the room, and returns some minutes later. With assistants. All wearing industrial strength ear-defenders. With the look of those resigned to defeat, the approach the patient. With detailed knowledge of his nationality, they have no option but to try the most terrifying operation known to their profession, in a last desparate attempt to shock their patient back to sanity (or at least somewhere near). And one not without extreme danger to themselves.
The nurse rolls in the trolley with the equipment, clearly labelled "Danger: Duck Transformation Kit. Use with extreme caution." With trepidation, they start on the first part of the operation. slowly the approach and attempt to apply the bill to LazyScot....>