fard docter
Mickey, you don't trust me, yes, I know. I was an evil greedy toon, but that was long ago. And now this Fard, Fard Doctor is no longer really Fard. I've turned myself around, if I could help you, I'd be glad. But danger is coming, and Blotworx is their name. The Blotlings made some weapons, it's a shame, yes, it's a shame. The weapons, the earthquakes, it's not a happy day. Wasteland is in danger, I would say. Oswald: (Speaking) Hey Doc, you okay? (Mad Doctor stares at Oswald, wanting him to sing) Oswald: (sigh) (Singing) Doc, are you okay? Fard Doctor: I'll drop Beetleworx off, there's much they need to mend. We're off to help the other lands. Till then, good luck my poop.
