The Exam

The Exam


"What seems to be the problem, Mister..." the doctor glanced at the clinic log, "...Woodman?"

"Your receptionist seems a bit confused by my simple request," the visitor replied.  "Our union - that's the Union of Fantasy or Fictional Cinematic Characters and Creatures - recently agreed to cover co-pays for preventive medicine or maintenance office visits.  I'm the Local rep, so I came to see if you accept assignment, and to schedule an exam."

"Perhaps she'd be less 'confused', if you lowered the axe?" the doctor gently suggested.

"I can't - my shoulder joint's locked.  I'm going to see the prop man after..."

"Oh, I can fix that," the receptionist interrupted and, before anyone could protest, she jumped up, grasped the arm and jerked downward.  With a metallic shriek, it came off in her hand.

"Forget the exam," the visitor said into the stunned silence.  "Know a good body shop?

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