The plot thickens.
A young student female nurse appears and gives him a partial sponge bath.
"Nurse,"' he mumbles from behind the mask, "are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet."
He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, please check for me. Are my testicles black?"
Concerned that he might elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worrying about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.
She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles gently in the other.
She looks very closely and says, "There's nothing wrong with them, Sir. They look fine."
The man slowly pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her, and says very slowly,
"Thank you very much. That was wonderful. Now listen very, very, closely:
"Are - my - test - results - back?"
Doctors now confirm that it was only Saturday Night Fever and they assure everyone that he is Staying Alive.
The plot thickens...
Starting with the moment she walked through those doors.
Sure enough, it was on her roll.
“Honey, can you hear me!?” She turned around and shouted, “For the third time, yes I can hear you!”
Because he was sketchy.
The plot thickens.
Now I'm onto him.
The plot thickens
... but doctors have now confirmed that it was only Saturday Night Fever, and they can now assure everyone that he is Staying Alive.
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens
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The Plot Thickens
