[Music] [Snake hissing and rattling]>>Man: Ohhh, he got me!>>Woman: *gasp!*>>Man: I’m feelin’ nausea, muscle fasciculation,
tachypnea, tachycardia… [Horse galloping up]>>Stranger: Lemme put you out of your misery,
pilgrim. [Whip crack]>>Stranger: PubMed says them ones ain’t poisonous.
You’ll pull through. [Horse galloping away]>>Woman: Who was that stranger?>>Man: I dunno, but he left this mighty fine
triangular pen what says “Free MEDLINE” on it. [Music]