Juan Shan: "Dat's what's up."

Doctor Jennings: "Yeah... the only thing is, we couldn't keep his right arm. The infection from his finger being sharpened with an old rusty pencil sharpener spread up his arm before we could attend to it, so his arm has been replaced."

Juan Shan: "Is you serious? Lil' daddy got a nub now!? AHAHAHAHA!"

Doctor Jennings: "Not quite. Muscles from his arm were kept safe and re-strung through titanium rods. Generally speaking, he has a cyborg arm."

The laughter ensues.

Juan Shan: "AHAHAH! Now dat **** is way too ****in' funny! AHAHA! Ain't no way I'm gonna let him live dat **** down! Haha!"

Doctor Jennings: "Yeah... well... he is going to be out for a couple of days. We had to put him on constant sedatives to reduce the amount of pain he is going to feel when he wakes up and realizes that he's missing a limb. But thanks to his money situation, he was able to have his arm replaced."

Juan Shan: "And now he partially be a cyborg?"

Doctor Jennings: "A cyborg. Yes."

Juan Shan: "Dat is ****in' amazin'... so ole dude Brute Bernard ain't gonna have a easy time when he go in to da match wit my boy, ya heard me? Like, dude is gonna be knocked slap da **** out as soon as dey start da fight, ya dig?"

Doctor Jennings: "Heh. It may work out like that. I honestly can't judge. But I was just letting you know the situation since you are the primary emergency call we were supposed to make upon completing the operation."

Juan Shan: "Well I appreciate it, ya feel me?"

The two hang their respective phones up.

Juan Shan: "Alright... now I'ma start makin' bets 'round dis motha ****a!"

Stay tuned for Round 3!