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The Ratboys vigorously scrubbed away at their fingers terrified that they would catch incurable bad breath from the sick girl. The bathroom was clean, spacious, and well ventilated. The rats had installed a long trough style stainless steel commercial sink that allowed up to 10 people to wash up at the same time. There was the classic soap on a rope tied to each faucet. Behind them were rows of toilets of all heights, shapes, and sizes to fit the defecating needs of multiple species. The ergonomically shaped seats looked very comfortable. There was even one of those squatting toilets that were very popular in Asia. This restroom was a pooping paradise.
Dr. Ratuci instructed the kids on proper handwashing. “Scrubbing is fine but you are missing several techniques. To get under the fingernails and cuticles, scrub them in the palm of your hands. Yes, like scratching an itch with your left fingers on your right palm. Next you grab each finger and twist from side to side, good, like you are shoving a marble down a pipe. Last but not least, you wash up to your elbows as well. Germs can crawl down your arms on their tiny flagella.
Drying your hands is also important to prevent recontamination. Don’t turn off the water faucet right after washing, first dry with the paper towel then use the paper towel to turn off the faucet. Now don’t throw away the paper towel yet, use it one more time to open the bathroom door.
*DING* +1 Vitality. You have learned how to properly wash your hands.
Ratuci- “Now you boys are ready, just keep your gas masks on and follow me into the operating theater.”
The Ratboys' eyes went wide at what they saw. Qi was hogtied face down to an exam table with his arms and legs chained together underneath him. The table was configured with a hump in the middle so that Qi’s bare naked ass was thrust into the air for everyone to see. It was not a pretty sight.
The rats had used spacers to pull open his butthole for the surgery.
Ratuci- “I am amazed by how far the human anus can stretch. Nurse, dilate him 1 more cm to make it an even 10. Will you look at that! You could fit a small watermelon up that human hole.”
The Ratboys looked away in horror as their butts reflexively clenched in sympathy to Qi's pain had he been awake. While trying to look anywhere except at that watermelon hole, they noticed that the operating room really was designed like a theater, with raised rows of seats rising up row upon row going all the way back into the large room. Like the opera theaters of old, the audience could look down at the drama unfolding on stage. Unfortunately, there were no empty seats for the boys, the operating theater was filled to capacity with rodents of all kinds watching the surgery. Many were taking notes and drawing sketches of human anatomy.
Ratuci- “Oh good, we did not miss the best part!”
The double doors on the other side of the room labeled [Employees Only] opened and out walked a hamster in a spacesuit with 2 more RNs wheeling a variety of tools and medical devices on a cart.
The space hamster climbed onto the stage and bowed. “Greetings, I am Dr. Hamburger. I have diagnosed this human patient with multiple necrotized hematomas caused by prostatitis hyperplasia; a condition caused by sitting too much and not getting enough exercise. The blood in his butt and neither region clotted causing the damage we see here today.”
The Ratboys could hear the audience shift in their seats self-consciously, adjusting themselves as a precaution to avoid the fate of the poor human. Dr. Hamburger cleared his throat. The shifting noises instantly stopped. You could hear the tense sound of silence buzzing off the 4th wall.
All was quiet except for the two boys whispering into the ears of Dr. Ratuci who took careful notes in his illegible handwriting. When the three of them noticed everyone’s attention on them, they also stopped. Dr. Ratuci tore the note out of his pad, folded it and passed it to the head RN who in turn handed it to Dr. Hamburger.
The space suited hamster read the doctor’s note and addressed the audience. “New information has come to light as to the cause of this patient’s injuries. The damage was caused by a yardstick and ruler, the latter of which is still partially lodged in the patient’s anus. This would better explain the shards of wood lodged up in there, as opposed to the previous theory of this human eating too much fiber.”
The audience laughed nervously.
Dr. Hamburger- “Before I begin the removal of the foreign objects from the patient, I want to thank Mr. Ratfigure and Mr. Ratton for generously donating this prototype EV suit that I am now wearing. Look at the triple vulcanized seams and extra material added for freedom of movement. This suit with the helmet as a set adds an additional 20% to suiture speed and a whopping 50% reduction in infections. Let us all give a standing ovation to these outstanding members of our rodent community.”
The rat tailors stood up and acknowledged the complements as everyone politely clapped. “Used condoms are truly a challenging material to work with. Despite their age, they are still highly resistant to puncture and friction, it took our combined skills to fashion each piece and assemble that EV suit.” said Mr. Ratfigure while shaking Mr. Ratton’s paw.
When the applause died down, Dr. Hamburger put on his clear bubble helmet and said in a muffled voice, “I shall now commence with surgery. Nurse, please insert the dive apparatus and then lift me into it.
A clear glass vase that was open on both ends was carefully inserted into the watermelon sized hole. The hamster doctor was then lifted up and placed inside the vase. An open paw emerged from the hole, “Nurse, forceps please! If anyone is wondering, the reason glass was chosen as the anal shoring is so that we can see where the splinters are as we push in. The dive apparatus can then be backed out to where a splinter was identified for removal.” Then he went to work, pulling out splinters faster than a squirrel on a corn cob.
There were a lot of splinters. After 30 minutes of pulling, another request echoed out of the anal vase. “Nurse, please grab onto my legs and help me pull. Last spinter, it’s a big one!”
When one RN pulling was not enough, another was added and they each grabbed a leg. With one hard pull Dr. Hamburger came flying out with a splinter the size of his body held tight between forceps that he still gripped. He flipped through the air and did a superhero landing like Antman after he defeated Thanos. Then he raised the forceps above his head for the audience to see, the ratboys could read the 3 inch marking on the ruler turned splinter.
After the applause ended, Dr. Hamburger handed the tool to the RN and ordered the removal of the anal vase and spacers. But it was too late, the showboating hamster doc took too long to complete the operation and the anesthesia started to wear off.
Qi woke to find himself drugged, naked, and tied to an operating table with something sticking out of his butt. He screamed and clenched his sphincter trying to eject the foreign object. The glass vase cracked and as he struggled against his restraints, shattered, shredding his anus.
Fortunately the spreaders were made out of surgical steel and held. They creaked ominously under tremendous metal fatigue. It was then that the doctors and nurses realized that they had underestimaed the anal strength of a T3 adventurer with an unique class.
Qi screamed one last time before blood loss made him lose consciousness once more. Blood was gushing out of his ass like someone dropped mentos into a liter cola bottle.
Dr. Hamburger screamed “I need healing potions and suction stat! Dr. Ratuci, I require your assistance. His blood pressure is dropping like a rock. Mr. Ratfigure and Mr. Ratton, I will need your assistance sewing this asshole back together.
Dr. Ratuci- “Sit tight kids, duty calls. Nurse! I need 4 big gulps stat!” He ran onto the operating stage and helped the nurses drain the 10” wide wound with a garden hose to siphon the blood mixed with glass shards into an overflowing bucket.
The tailors shouted, “do we have time to wash our hands?” The answer was no and they too rushed onto the stage.
Dr. Ratuci instructed the kids on proper handwashing. “Scrubbing is fine but you are missing several techniques. To get under the fingernails and cuticles, scrub them in the palm of your hands. Yes, like scratching an itch with your left fingers on your right palm. Next you grab each finger and twist from side to side, good, like you are shoving a marble down a pipe. Last but not least, you wash up to your elbows as well. Germs can crawl down your arms on their tiny flagella.
Drying your hands is also important to prevent recontamination. Don’t turn off the water faucet right after washing, first dry with the paper towel then use the paper towel to turn off the faucet. Now don’t throw away the paper towel yet, use it one more time to open the bathroom door.
*DING* +1 Vitality. You have learned how to properly wash your hands.
Ratuci- “Now you boys are ready, just keep your gas masks on and follow me into the operating theater.”
The Ratboys' eyes went wide at what they saw. Qi was hogtied face down to an exam table with his arms and legs chained together underneath him. The table was configured with a hump in the middle so that Qi’s bare naked ass was thrust into the air for everyone to see. It was not a pretty sight.
The rats had used spacers to pull open his butthole for the surgery.
Ratuci- “I am amazed by how far the human anus can stretch. Nurse, dilate him 1 more cm to make it an even 10. Will you look at that! You could fit a small watermelon up that human hole.”
The Ratboys looked away in horror as their butts reflexively clenched in sympathy to Qi's pain had he been awake. While trying to look anywhere except at that watermelon hole, they noticed that the operating room really was designed like a theater, with raised rows of seats rising up row upon row going all the way back into the large room. Like the opera theaters of old, the audience could look down at the drama unfolding on stage. Unfortunately, there were no empty seats for the boys, the operating theater was filled to capacity with rodents of all kinds watching the surgery. Many were taking notes and drawing sketches of human anatomy.
Ratuci- “Oh good, we did not miss the best part!”
The double doors on the other side of the room labeled [Employees Only] opened and out walked a hamster in a spacesuit with 2 more RNs wheeling a variety of tools and medical devices on a cart.
The space hamster climbed onto the stage and bowed. “Greetings, I am Dr. Hamburger. I have diagnosed this human patient with multiple necrotized hematomas caused by prostatitis hyperplasia; a condition caused by sitting too much and not getting enough exercise. The blood in his butt and neither region clotted causing the damage we see here today.”
The Ratboys could hear the audience shift in their seats self-consciously, adjusting themselves as a precaution to avoid the fate of the poor human. Dr. Hamburger cleared his throat. The shifting noises instantly stopped. You could hear the tense sound of silence buzzing off the 4th wall.
All was quiet except for the two boys whispering into the ears of Dr. Ratuci who took careful notes in his illegible handwriting. When the three of them noticed everyone’s attention on them, they also stopped. Dr. Ratuci tore the note out of his pad, folded it and passed it to the head RN who in turn handed it to Dr. Hamburger.
The space suited hamster read the doctor’s note and addressed the audience. “New information has come to light as to the cause of this patient’s injuries. The damage was caused by a yardstick and ruler, the latter of which is still partially lodged in the patient’s anus. This would better explain the shards of wood lodged up in there, as opposed to the previous theory of this human eating too much fiber.”
The audience laughed nervously.
Dr. Hamburger- “Before I begin the removal of the foreign objects from the patient, I want to thank Mr. Ratfigure and Mr. Ratton for generously donating this prototype EV suit that I am now wearing. Look at the triple vulcanized seams and extra material added for freedom of movement. This suit with the helmet as a set adds an additional 20% to suiture speed and a whopping 50% reduction in infections. Let us all give a standing ovation to these outstanding members of our rodent community.”
The rat tailors stood up and acknowledged the complements as everyone politely clapped. “Used condoms are truly a challenging material to work with. Despite their age, they are still highly resistant to puncture and friction, it took our combined skills to fashion each piece and assemble that EV suit.” said Mr. Ratfigure while shaking Mr. Ratton’s paw.
When the applause died down, Dr. Hamburger put on his clear bubble helmet and said in a muffled voice, “I shall now commence with surgery. Nurse, please insert the dive apparatus and then lift me into it.
A clear glass vase that was open on both ends was carefully inserted into the watermelon sized hole. The hamster doctor was then lifted up and placed inside the vase. An open paw emerged from the hole, “Nurse, forceps please! If anyone is wondering, the reason glass was chosen as the anal shoring is so that we can see where the splinters are as we push in. The dive apparatus can then be backed out to where a splinter was identified for removal.” Then he went to work, pulling out splinters faster than a squirrel on a corn cob.
There were a lot of splinters. After 30 minutes of pulling, another request echoed out of the anal vase. “Nurse, please grab onto my legs and help me pull. Last spinter, it’s a big one!”
When one RN pulling was not enough, another was added and they each grabbed a leg. With one hard pull Dr. Hamburger came flying out with a splinter the size of his body held tight between forceps that he still gripped. He flipped through the air and did a superhero landing like Antman after he defeated Thanos. Then he raised the forceps above his head for the audience to see, the ratboys could read the 3 inch marking on the ruler turned splinter.
After the applause ended, Dr. Hamburger handed the tool to the RN and ordered the removal of the anal vase and spacers. But it was too late, the showboating hamster doc took too long to complete the operation and the anesthesia started to wear off.
Qi woke to find himself drugged, naked, and tied to an operating table with something sticking out of his butt. He screamed and clenched his sphincter trying to eject the foreign object. The glass vase cracked and as he struggled against his restraints, shattered, shredding his anus.
Fortunately the spreaders were made out of surgical steel and held. They creaked ominously under tremendous metal fatigue. It was then that the doctors and nurses realized that they had underestimaed the anal strength of a T3 adventurer with an unique class.
Qi screamed one last time before blood loss made him lose consciousness once more. Blood was gushing out of his ass like someone dropped mentos into a liter cola bottle.
Dr. Hamburger screamed “I need healing potions and suction stat! Dr. Ratuci, I require your assistance. His blood pressure is dropping like a rock. Mr. Ratfigure and Mr. Ratton, I will need your assistance sewing this asshole back together.
Dr. Ratuci- “Sit tight kids, duty calls. Nurse! I need 4 big gulps stat!” He ran onto the operating stage and helped the nurses drain the 10” wide wound with a garden hose to siphon the blood mixed with glass shards into an overflowing bucket.
The tailors shouted, “do we have time to wash our hands?” The answer was no and they too rushed onto the stage.
