Resident Evil II : The Return of the Sith

Guess part of me has rubbed off on Charming Calvin since he has started saving lives as well. Though not in the conventional grab the crash trolley and let's start cardiopulmonary resuscitation way.

He acts in a more indirect manner.

Bumped into another Mumbling Mary in the wards, this time a guy - so let's call him Mumbling Manson. Since Manson stumbled over some procedures - and nearly prematurely ended a struggling octogenarian's life - I felt obliged to at least play the role of the merciless Nazi and read him a brief riot act. Initially started out playing the gentle sympathizer role but his obtuse responses only served to goad me into breathing smoke and fire.

Manson : I-I thought...
Paul : You didn't call for help when you weren't sure what you were doing? Didn't the nurse offer to help?
Manson : I thought it was the right patient and just tried to help by...
Paul : You do know that you overdosed the patient with XXXXXXX?


Bite this...
Poor Manson stumbled over another list of pitiful excuses while I took a blissful minute to imagine grabbing him and throttling him violently with periodic head-banging against the wall. As he started whimpering - making me yawn in boredom, I was starting to find it a bit hard to control that particularly homicidal impulse when my cellphone thankfully beeped.

Nothing that intimate a message - just some talk about purchasing Starbucks Bears and Hard Rock Pandas. But the cheery message put me in such a good mood that I forbore the expected death by strangulation. And that's how Calvin managed to save the poor fella from total annihilation.