George, lying in bed, cast a suspicious look around. He saw disfigured and out-of-proportion features of medics in Surgical Gowns, all staring down at him.
As soon as he stopped belching and farting, he asked his personal physician standing by his bed, "Richard, what's he doing here? I mean the one wearing a mask and clad in camouflage fatigue uniform, just like Oscar the cat."
"Why, he is your standby deputy, of course," replied Richard. "In case, something went wrong."
"I don't like him hanging around. His presence, like Oscar, frightens me a lot. By the way, Richard, why can't I have eternal life? Am I less than Fidel or er… er others in Middle East?"
"Well, who says so? The problem with you is simply physical appearance. Fidel continuously kept his long beard and whiskers and finally put on a red and white jumpsuit. You have no prominent feature except your unique long nose!"
