"Okay I want to make everything clear here,"
Dr. Cunning stopped to look at the three doctors that she was so generously giving away before she continued on with her morning speech.
"Today you will essentially have a new boss, but this doesn't mean that you don't still report to me, Your new boss has the ultimate representation of being greedy, idiotic, obnoxious -"
"And a genius," An old grey stallion stood in the frame of the open door, his hair was ragged and just barley passed to be considered a golden blond, shades covered his eyes, and his black cane matched the color of his hungover beard that spread wild around his jaw. Dr. Cunning and the three doctors all stared at him, Dr. Cunning in annoyance, and the other three with curiosity.
"Thank you Dr. Cunning but you forget one thing,I'm here because you need me, and i'm not only a genius, but the best doctor in all of Equestria which is a title bigger than any of you idiots will ever receive." Dr. Whooves continued to limp over to inspect his new crew.
Dr. Cunning attempted to look at him directly in the eyes, and look bigger to somewhat tower over him and show him who was boss, she had heard the horrors of him within the hospitals, and she wasn't allowing anything to happen to her beloved sanctuary of a hospital. Dr. Whooves continued to expect the three of his employees.
"I'm not a bear Dr. Cunning,if you try to look an bigger you'll bust a button . . . who knows maybe a thing or two will pop out," Dr. Whooves turned around with a sly smile smeared across his face and slowly eyed down to look at Cunning large, plump -
"That's quite enough thank you, listen I know about you and your conniving little plans, and I want you to know that I am above your childish games,and I will not be playing them with you. This is my hospital, you will obey my rules, and in any case my orders. Do I make myself clear?" Dr. Cunning stood with her snout up against Dr. Whooves', their eyes practically touching one another's.
Dr. Whooves stood back and pushed her away an equal distance, and proceeded to push her out through the glass door.
"Of course, I completely understand and respect your wishes . . . well, that is if I have a patient who happens to need my fields of expertise which you so clearly don't have, then I will make sure to override everything you just told me to be clear of, for the sake of the patient. Always have to do what's best for the patients . . .right?" Dr. Whooves looked at her with a straight face, and slammed the door before she could respond and locked the door.
He walked over to his three new puppets and faced them with a sly smile as he limped in front of them.
"OK Idiots, this is how it's going to work. I am Dr. Whooves but you can call me daddy if that makes you more comfortable, since you're all basically toddlers anyways. I do a lot of things that some may think are . . . unnecessary so I warn you now that if you shit your diapers I will not be changing you. When I say scalpel you scalpel, when I say lie you lie, and when I say sit you sit - SIT!" He looked between the three of them as they all still stood on all four hooves. He slowly shook his head from side to side waiting for them to do what he said.
"I give you your pay checks . . . Sit."
With hesitation they all sat on the ground since they were too far away from the chairs, all of them crossed their legs and put their hooves in their laps. Dr.Whooves began to nod his head with wide eyes.
"You're all idiots, what do you think, we're in medical school? Listen you all got screwed over,"
That, had gotten all three of their attentions, and Whooves knew it.
"I know that you all got screwed over because the world thinks that you're all brilliant doctors (which you probably really aren't), and yet you're all here working fro a Jack ass like me;well let me tell you something."
Dr. Whooves paused to look at them all, The three doctors began to lean in forward as if he were going to whisper out some wisdom.
"Get over it, that's life and their nothing you can do about it, life sucks and the only choices you have are ending your death, or waiting for it," Dr. Whooves sighed out those last few words.
He moved over to the head chair of the table, and sat down and began to rub his forehead, as if he were trying to wash away old memories. The three doctors didn't say anything and stared at him as the hesitantly got up and went to go take a seat.
Of course it was the girl to break the silence.
"My name is Dr. Cameron." She put her hand out, and immediately took it back after the one glance that Whooves gave to her.
"Dr. Foreman." There was no emotion in his voice.
"Dr. Chase." He spoke out in a smooth Ponystralian accent.
Dr. Whooves listen to none of them and sighed, he spoke out and point to each on of them in the same order that they introduced themselves.
"Titties, Baldy, and Gayyy . . . . . ey?" He stood up, and leaned over the table.
" You don't get to use your names until you earn some sense of my respect, no go get me an interesting case, it's time to salve a puzzle."
All Three of them new better this time, and made sure to get up without a second wasted and found themselves out if the 'head-quarters' and out on the hunt for a new patient to treat.
