I Got A Bad Case Of Lovin' Vacuum
Dyson goes to visit the doctor, doctor advises Dyson, the whole situation concludes, the end.
DYSON: Doctor Smaydenbauer-
DOCTOR: Hang on there. [finishes writing in pink diary] "Anyway, I have a patient now so we'll talk about Jason later. Byeeeeeeeee!" Ok Dyson, what's the sitch?
DYSON: I feel like I have something lodged in me.
DOCTOR: Isn't that your job?
DYSON: Yes, but something's not, y'know...moving through.
DOCTOR: Ok well let me just take an x-ray oh wait you're practically transparent so I'll just look at you. Hmm...
DYSON: What "hmm", WHAT?
DOCTOR: Did you know your ball canister is yellow?
DYSON: Like jaundice?
DOCTOR: Yeah. Well no. But this might mean something.
DYSON: Level with me, doc. What does it mean?
DOCTOR: Oh, it's probably not-
DYSON: I'M GONNA DIE?
DOCTOR: No no no, you're going to live today. And tomorrow and etcetera. Listen, I think it just means your manufacturer chose to make your ball canister yellow.
DOCTOR: Yeah. So just go home and eat a bunch of dust.
DYSON: Ok. Thanks doc. You're the best. [exits]
DOCTOR: [returns to diary] "Just had a five minute conversation with vacuum cleaner. Things are great. Should probably return this doctor jacket to the real doctor's closet. Where I'm keeping the doctor. Anywayyyyyyyyyy..."