[As always, Godot's demeanor is hard to read. But here in the privacy of the exam room, there is an overwhelming sense of something coming off of him. Not nerves, not fear... More like resignation.]
Put simply, Doctor... nobody knows how I'm still alive.
[Particularly not with this level of caffeine consumption.]
I'm not expecting much. Only the means to stay that way, if possible.
Patient
Put simply, Doctor... nobody knows how I'm still alive.
[Particularly not with this level of caffeine consumption.]
I'm not expecting much. Only the means to stay that way, if possible.