"But... head... streetlamp... fallen..." Lemmy muttered. He felt decidely unwell, and he didn't think the doctor was doing anything about it. "Lawsuit!" he shreiked, propping himself up on his elbows. "Sue... if you don't... heal me!" he fell down with a dramatic gasp.
The doctor shrugged. "I have a good lawyer. I have money to spare. And I hate you --- aawwwaaghk!" he roared, plunging forwards on his face with a bullet in his back.
"Now how'm I gonna get healed?" Lemmy muttered, looking around for the doctor's killer. It was...