The Phantoon of the Theater

Javier, desperate to figure out what is going on, decides he’ll play along for now.

The doctor sits Javier down one those mats and takes out a little tiny hammer. “First, however, we must check your reflexes,” before Jakky whacks Javi hard on the knee. Javi can barely contain the pain. Before Jakky can do anything else, Javi pleads, “Don’t. Just… look at my hand, will you?”

Jakky takes a long look at it, then shakes his head.

“Gee, that’s unfortunate. We’re gonna need surgery.”

Javi gulps in fear. “J-just promise me you won’t replace it with like a fish or anything, got it?”

“Relax, the surgeon knows what he’s doing.” Jakky winks.

Javi is then put in a stretcher and wheeled into an operating room, where Jakky waits. As a nurse administers anesthesia, Jakky says, “this’ll be over in a jiffy.” Javi later wakes up, in a bit of a daze, and looks around. He then musters the courage to look at his hand.

He realizes it's his foot.

He looks down to see his foot missing.

Javier screams at the top of his lungs. “That sick fuck did it again! How am I supposed to fix this?!”

As he says this, another doctor walks in.

It’s Jakky, but this time, he appears to be imitating Dr. House.

As Jakky enters, Javi almost jumps out of his bed. “No! You stay away from me, you twisted piece of shit!”