Nah--don't do that! Someone needs to make some jokes around here! [He's stil not laughing--not again--but he is smiling. The fight was a successful release of energy, and was exactly what he needed. He could think more clearly now, figure out what to do...

be cunning. He was good at that.] I'll try not to get anyone killed, if that's your concern. And the lies? People in my profession generally don't like doctors. They're a good ticket to imprisonment, especially since they are legally and ethically obligated to report any violent injuries.

[It was why he had his gunshot wounds treated by good samaritans and not proper doctors. He didn't want to recover in a jail cell, even if he could work his way out.]