When Our Big Guy woke up from surgery, he didn't know where he was or what had just happened. Instead he whispered in a very scratchy voice, ".57 is the fraction of 57. At least I still remember math, Dad."
Not bad for someone who just went through an adenoidectomy and a second round of tubes.
Now go away evil fluid! Go! And never come back.
On the plus side... the prep room had Minecraft. A little paradise before going under.