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Whew... That last operation was rather strenuous!
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I'm sure everyone had their checkup by now.
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The image of the collapsing Gear was reflected in Dr. Baldhead's spectacles.
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Crowd: It's the messiah! You've delivered us from Justice!
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Crowd: Thank you... Thank you! You've saved the world!!
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The crowd's ecstatic cries of jubilation rose to a deafening pitch.
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My stars! There are so many patients left!
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...Oh well! A doctor is at his happiest when he's curing disease!!
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Read, everyone!? Get ready for your operations! Hee hee!!
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However, the throng's cries of exultation awakened a memory in Baldhead...
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...a memory of himself as a medical genius.
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This voice... is someone calling me...?
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...octor...? Um, doctor...?
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I'm getting better, right...? Oh, boy! I can't wait to...
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What...? Did something happen...? Did I do something to this girl...?
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Sc... Scalpel! Syringe!! No... her body's becoming cold... heh... heh heh...
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Doctor!
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Doctor! It wasn't your fault! It was simply my time... to go...
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Hurry up, Doctor... Everyone is waiting... Waiting for you...
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Eh...?
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Uwaaaaah...!
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The doctor, his face a mask of anguish, fled away into the cold night.
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After that day, the serial killer known as Baldhead was never seen again...
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...as rumors of a healer with god-like abilities surfaced...
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