In a room glowing bright, a surgeon sat tight,
With a simulator glowing, he readied for flight.
"Scalpel, please!" he muttered, his mind taking flight,
While the bud in his pocket sparked joy and delight.
He chuckled and snorted, “This should be a breeze!”
As the screen lit up with virtual disease.
His hands moved like lightning; what a sight to behold,
Each cut and each stitch was a rhythm so bold.
With laughter he cackled, "A pin to unfold?"
"While these patients stay fake, my skills are pure gold!”
As he sewed up a liver, he lost track of time,
But the scores kept on soaring, all perfectly prime!
“Look at me go!” he shouted, “A master of fake!
I’m the king of the simulator; relax, take a break!”
And his partner just laughed, “A crown for your wake,
But what would you do if it weren’t a mistake?”
As the pixels danced gently, the results were miraculous,
While the real world outside, felt rather hilarious.
He was puffin' and huffin', while securing the win,
“I could save all the lives if I could just begin!”
But he wondered if real-life was just as much fun,
Or if actual surgery would just come undone.
With a hash brown in hand, he pondered his fate,
"Will my skills carry over, or leave me irate?”
With a jiggle, a giggle, and scores on the rise,
He embraced his simulator, banished his sighs.
“Next, I’ll perform it on someone who cries!”
But for now, all his triumphs came with alibis.
As he wrapped up the session, he felt quite divine,
“The only master surgeon—this simulator is mine!”
So here's to the high surgeon, with dreams that take flight,
Who aces each operation with nothing but light.
May he always find joy in his whimsical plight,
And remember each stitch is a source of delight.
But as for the real world, ah, maybe not yet,
Let the laughs be his scalpel; it's safer, I bet!
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