Trisees You Fruity Tuity Man!

Who: Rufus, Trisees, Keto
Where: Me
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Trisees turned around to see Rufus.
"Hello there!!!!!" he stated happily, his head lolling back and forth
haphazardly. Rufus stared at Trisees a little uncertainly.
"Are you alright sir?" he asked.
"Never better!" Trisees informed. He raised his left hand and pointed
to the sky. "I feel one hundred and ten million billion zillion
zerpillion percent!"
Keto looked over at the pair of them and frowned.
"Rufus, he's been at the happy pills. Leave him be. Theres a lot of
damage, he'll probably be hopped up on them for a while."
"A lot of damage?" asked Rufus, concerned.
Keto nodded gravely and picked up a clipboard, ticking off a few boxes
on a haphazardly printed piece of paper. Rufus wondered where Keto
had been able to print out any medical sheets. Then started wondering
where he had gotten a clipboard from, as well as a working biro.
"Yes, I'm afraid that in addition to his deafness and lack of arm,
that he's suffered fairly worrying third degree burns over a large
portion of his body."
Rufus gasped.
"That's not the worst part," said Keto sadly. "I'm afraid he's
paralysed from the waist down. He was found by Jay in the cargo
decks, battered and bruised."
"He can't walk?" Rufus asked in horror.
"I'm afraid not," replied Keto. "Probably never again from the looks
of these reports."
Rufus stutted. "What can we do?"
"Keep him permanently drugged?" offered Keto.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shouted Trisees from his bed.