“Morty? Morty can you hear me?”

A shallow grunt came from somewhere.

“Morty, the procedure went fine. We’re gonna take you to recovery now.”

“Wha? How did it go?”

“It went fine. You’re perfectly fine. We’re moving you now.”

“Bu-“ Black.

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