[Intro: A heavy, hypnotic kick drum. A thick, oscillating synth bass creates a "dirty" late-night club pulse. A vinyl scratch cuts through the haze.] [Spoken, deep and clinical]: "Next patient... Rissa. The doctor will see you now. Please, step into my private office. Don’t mind the blood pressure cuff... it’s for your own protection." [Verse 1: The Initial Assessment] Lay back on the table, let’s check your chart. I’m hearing some... irregularities in your heart. Is it a sharp pain, or just a deep, pulsing throb? Don't worry, Rissa, I'm very good at my job. I’m gonna need to palpate... just to be sure. I think I’ve found the ailment, and I’ve got the cure. [DJ SCRATCH:] "Take a deep breath... hold it... hold it..." [Chorus: The Medical Pulse] The Doctor will see you now, Rissa, step inside. I’ve got a therapeutic rhythm that you’re gonna want to ride. It’s a standard procedure, strictly one-on-one. The consultation's over, but the surgery’s just begun. [The beat drops into a heavy, "feral" Solomun-style synth groove] [Verse 2: Clinical Seduction] Your vitals are spiking, your temperature is high. I’m gonna need to examine you... eye to eye. We should try some yoga, some stretching on the floor. Once we start the 'treatment,' you’ll be asking for more. I strongly recommend a healthy, organic diet. But tonight we’re getting messy, so don’t even try it. I've got a golf game on Wednesday, but tonight is for you. I’m the doctor of the colony... and I’m making my move. [DJ SCRATCH] "I’ll keep you overnight... for observation... overnight..." [Bridge: The Bedside Manner] Eat your greens, look after your frame. But tonight I’m the only one calling your name. I’m prescribing some passion, a heavy dose of me. It’s not covered by insurance, but the first round is free. Inhale the rhythm, exhale the stress. Rissa, it’s time to... undergo the process. [Outro: The After-Hours Discharge] The examination was a success, no complications found. Except for the neighbors... they complained about the sound. Drink eight glasses of water— stay hydrated, my dear. The Doctor is finished... but I’m staying right here. [Bass fades out into a rhythmic hospital heart-monitor beep that syncs with the final kick drum] [Final scratch:] "The Doctor... is... In."
