GC: Who medics the medic?

LK: I know some first aid. I was a Girl Scout.

GC: Oh. So you got a first aid merit badge?

LK: Actually, I failed that. But I tried really hard -- I saved almost half of my test subjects.

GC: Test subjects?

LK: Marmots. They can sure bleed profusely.

GC: I see. Go ahead and fix Trancer.

TR: (The things I do to get into a skit...)

LK: Tell me if this hurts.

TR: Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

GC: Doesn't sound like she's in much pain to me.

TR: (Please let me pass out)

45 minutes later...

LK: How's that?

TR: Mmph! Mmph!

LK: I can't make out what she's saying.

GC: Maybe you shouldn't have wrapped her up from head to foot with all those bandages.

LK: There was so much in the car.

GC: I buy it by the trunkful at Costco's.

TR: Mmph! Mmph! (Some holes for my eyes and mouth would help)

LK: (I'll get the knife and cut some holes then...)

TR: (Leicky with a knife... On second thought, never mind. This is very relaxing.)

LK: (I thought so.)

GC: Let's get back on the road bard.

LK: Yes Goddess. Bye Trancer.

TR: (You're going to leave me here?!?)

LK: Maybe Trancer wants to come along?

TR: Mmph!

GC: All right. Let's put her in the back.

The trio finally arrive at the playground.

GC: Oh look! A picture of me!