Malcolm eyed the science-fiction crap suspiciously, but resigned himself to the fact that this was what you got around here, and what the fuck, it might actually work. He shrugged off his jacket and removed his tie—more out of a sense that that was just what one did at the GP's—draped them across one end of the exam table, and sat down with a gloomy sigh.

"All that shit really works, huh?"