[[Jim is bringing Ian into the living room... in a wheelbarrow.]] Jim: Our friend here is going to be a medical celebrity. Matt: Sweet! Ian: (sickly) ... [[Jim explains the diagnosis; Ian (weakly) gives him the finger, still prone in the wheelbarrow.]] Jum: They found symptoms of scurvy, rickets, beri beri, and a couple of others. It was a royal flush of nutritional disorders. In fact, they're going to write it up as a new condition called DOGE and submit it to JAMA. Matt: DOGE? [[Jim concludes...] Jim: Deficiency of Goddamn Everything. Ian: But I had the finest breath they'd ever smelled.