"Isn't it enough that he's cutting me up?" asked Cain. It sounded somewhat petulant, like he was forgetting the actual danger of their current situation. He simply wanted the man to work in silence while Abel sang to him, which he really didn't think was too much to ask. "He doesn't need to break my ears, too."

"That is very rude," La agreed. He lifted his scalpel out to point it toward Cain's face in emphasis. "Don't harsh my vibe. I am not ruining the song and you're getting delirious so obviously you should shut up and let me work. Never got this much lip in medical school," he muttered to himself.