[Oliver's a little too distracted for humor. Maybe that's for the best given Mettaton's shockingly (ha) bad joke. He nods, preparing a syringe with the cure Audentes developed with shaky hands.]
Right...
[His clumsy technique gives away his lack of medical experience, but the cure is delivered to the patient even so. That's the important part.]
There's one more cured.
[He dreads to think how many to go, but each one brings a fresh wave of relief. He pulls the needle out slowly, disposing of the used syringe in a nearby sharps box. ]
How long do you think it will take to help all of them?
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Right...
[His clumsy technique gives away his lack of medical experience, but the cure is delivered to the patient even so. That's the important part.]
There's one more cured.
[He dreads to think how many to go, but each one brings a fresh wave of relief. He pulls the needle out slowly, disposing of the used syringe in a nearby sharps box. ]
How long do you think it will take to help all of them?