The name's Sweet, Joshus Sweet. Medical officer.
Yeah. Milo Thatch.
Milo Thatch, you're my three o'clock! [reaches into his back and pulls out a saw] Well, no time like the present.
Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm betting I can cut that time in half! [puts the saw away and comes out with a tongue depresser] Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ah"!
Well, I don't-- [gahs then grunts as Sweet puts the stick into his mouth]
So where're you from? [Milo grunts something] Really? I have family up that way! Beautiful country up there! You do any fishing?
Oh...a little...
Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell and I hate all them little bones. [as he speaks he does several things from puting the depresser away to taking Milo's pulse, then finally pulls up two bottles] Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up.
[on tannoy]
Would Milo Thatch please report to the bridge?
Thank you... I mean, nice meeting you. [runs off]
