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- How are you, Karen? - asked Nurse nicely with a smile while Gerry is trying to recognize where he is and what is happening.
- Well, shucks... where in tarnation am I? Hey there, what in the Sam Hill is happenin'!? Who in the haywire am I!? Hold on just a cotton-pickin' minute, Karen!? - cried Gerry hearing unfamiliar voice coming from himself and strage words passing his mouth. He looked down at his body and opened his eyes in wide shock. - She's got a bun in the oven! Goodness gracious, it's my own belly, I can sense it. Lordy, it's gettin' downright colossal and hefty...
- Miss Hancock, please, try to calm down. In your condition you should not get nervous so much, it can harm the baby.
- Baby? What in tarnation are you jabberin' about, girl? - Gerry tried to stand up but it didn't quite succeed. - Holy chili peppers, this body has got all kindsa problems... It feels... it feels... Lordy, it's like a baby buffalo is inside me makin' me sick to the stomach! And why in the world do I sound like a dang hillbilly?!
- Don't worry, Karen. Everything is alright. - informed nurse to calm her down a bit. - Mr. Hancock! You can come in. - she turned her head from Gerry and called out. - She's awake and conscious.
An old man dressed in faded jeans with a dirty shirt, holding a bouquet of yellow daisies came inside the room. Smell of fumes filled the place.
- KAR-EN! - he called in a joyful way. - How are you feelin'?
- What the cabbage are you yammerin' about, hillbilly-man!? - she yelled at him being a bit shocked and in panic, pointing at him. - Who in tarnation are you!?
- Yester... (hiccup) Yesterday you said that... that ya love me, Karen! And we again got married! - cheered drunk Hancock and came closer to her. - I'M still here, your hubbie! - he said proudly, laughed at his own drunken nonsense and gave her flowers.
- Hubbie...!? Holy smokes, it's impossible. - stared at him scared and uncertain Gerry. He looked at nurse with panic - The cabbages to heck with this, lady. I want my old life back - job, girlfriend and flat! You've got to fix my damn body again, missus!