Badrick Barlow: Medieval Physician

(A medieval field. Two peasants pitch hay. Peasant 2 keeps sneezing.) Peasant 1: You sound like you're coming down with something. Peasant 2: No. It's just an allergy. Peasant 1: It better be. I just got over the plague and the last thing I need is a cold. (They return to their work. After a few moments, Peasant 2 leans over and vomits.) Peasant 1: Are you sure you're not ill? Peasant 2: Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit hung over. Peasant 1: You don't need to be at work if you're sick, you know. Peasant 1: I'll be fine. Let's get this done. (They return to their work. Shortly, Peasant 2 cries out and collapses.) Peasant 1: That does it! You're sick. I'm calling Doctor Barlow. Peasant 2: No! (Enter Doctor Barlow in a white bloodstained tunic. He is accompanied by stretcher bearers.) Barlow: You called? Peasant 1: This man is sick. Barlow: Well then, we'll just have to operate on him. Peasant 2: NO! PLEASE! (They carry the sick peasant off against his will.) (The next week. Head shots of the peasants at work.) Peasant 1: Feeling better? (Pan out to show Peasant 2's amputated arm.) Peasant 2: I sure do. The pain in my shoulder helps me forget all about the pain in my sinuses. And I owe it all to (turning to camera) Badrick Barlow: Medieval Physician.
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