Diagnosis... you're smegged up...

Who: Kevn
where: medibay
when: after the first pint
Kevn sat on one of the beds in the medibay as he was scanned. He hated
scanning, mostly because there is a 1 in 50 chance that your sperm
count could plummet to the negatives when you do it. When the medicom
finished it printed out the results.
it read: genetic anomalies found, nothing severe, only skin deep, but
you're smegged up...
"what?" Kevn said in surprise.
the medicom printed out another sheet: your sperm count is 1 now...
"WHAT?!"
it printed out another sheet: got ya bitch!
Kevn stormed out of the medibay pissed off at the fact that he just
got punkd by a machine meant only to diagnose illnesses... he stomped
to his quarters where he took a shower, shaved, and read Bill
Clinton's guide to getting laid... all of which was a total lie...