Let's see, George. George. There's a tumor in your brain that's spread out like a hand - threads of it, you know, everywhere. But instead of dysfunction, now here's the mystery, George, instead of destroying brain function, so far, it's been stimulating it and we can't understand that. You have more area of active brain use than anybody ever tested, ever, because of those tentacles. I mean, we've seen tumors like this before. It's called Astra Setoma, and it explains the dizziness and the illusion of light. But the way, it's in there waking up areas of the brain, it's, uh, a big mystery. (George: So, and it's k**ing me? For sure?)
We got a call from the best brain man in the country, I mean actually, he's one of the best in the world. He's gonna study your tests and then talk to you. But, uh, the blood flow is in danger now, and you're gonna start to weaken maybe, black out. We-we really don't know, it's, it's, but it's a damn lousy scenario, see. Let me sit down. (He lost control, then recovered.)
God damn it. Somethin' happened about twenty five years ago when you broke your leg and I set it, George. I don't know what to call it, but uh, somehow you got into my heart more than most. And for a man who's never been a father, I sure feel like I'm losin' a son. Yeah. Georgie. Yeah.