---Finding Humor in the Right Place---

[WHY POKING THE ARM] intoned the text-to-speech program on the Wookiee’s datapad.

“You flew pretty far, Kelviin!” chuckled Koliss nervously.
“You certainly fared better than that other poor bastard… ” the medic winced at the fresh mental image, combined with his own traumatic Wookiee experiences, “but we just need to make sure everything is in its right place!”

[BUT ARE POKING LEFT PLACE]

Koliss chuckled. “Yes, left would be the right place for the left arm.”

“AAAAAAAHEWHREHRGH!”
Kelviin recoiled while his datapad translated:
[AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]

“Thank goodness for that translation, eh…” muttered Koliss, as he caught his breath.

[ARE FIND TICKLISH PLACE]

“Fantastic! I never heard of a ticklish Wookiee before; I'm sure the clinic staff will have a fit about it.” Koliss dabbed a bead of stress-induced sweat from his brow,
“Though I do wish that was something I knew going into this examination.”

[AM SORRY, NOT KNOW AM TICKLISH TOO]

“Well then! Discoveries being made all around!”

Koliss continued the examination. Where had he left off? Ah. He moved on to Kelviin’s right arm.

[THERE, ARE FIND RIGHT PLACE]
[IS EVERYTHING IN RIGHT PLACE?]

“I do believe so, as far as I’ve seen! This should be your radius, firmly intact… This would be your ulna… Ah! And I found your humerus.”

[AW, AM FIND YOU HUMOROUS TOO]

Koliss and Kelviin stared at each other blankly for a moment. Kelviin suddenly went in for a hug, only to see Koliss flee the room with a yelp.

[HAHAHA BEST SILLY MEDIC]