[Wombat squints his eyes a bit as Wrangler coughs. Somewhere deep inside Wombat's widdle brain, he listens to the coughing and struggles to catalog it.]
"...hmmm. Cough. Cough. Its seems very physical. Like Wrangler is being physical. Or he...oh yes! He needs a physical!"
[Wombat smiles to himself as he pulls a stethoscope out of his pouch, a doctor's coat (size XXXX-small), and some comically small rubber gloves. Next some ACME™ Mariachi turtles (not to be confused with Ninja turtles, of course) play some chase music over the next 12½ minutes while Wombat chases Wrangler around the Salohma Club & Mechwarrior Bar. The song culminates as Wrangler is seen in the next scene (that totally rhymed) tied to an examination table while Wombat prepares to give him a phyiscal examination with a impact drill, 8 quarts of Astroglide, and....]
[Wombat smiles a big toothy grin as he paws through the various certificates he has, trying to figure out which to lick and stick on Wrangler.]
"You've been such a good patient. Okay let's see. We have "mostly healthy", nope. There is "didn't defecate himself"...nah. Of course "somewhat sane" and "still has use of limbs". I particularly am fond of "no lasting effects" and "low radiation alert", but I think we'll go with "didn't scream like a little girl all that much". I'll also stick the "still has two perfectly ounces of blood left" sticker on you too! Aren't a good physician?"
[Wombat pats himself on the head and waddles off. One of the ACME™ Mariachi turtles sticks a cartoon lollipop in Wrangler's on his way out. It appears to have a lit fuse on the end of it...]
**KA-BOOM!!!**