THOUGHT
Score: 7 / 10 
Er... ER?
"Get me that stat, stat!" shouted the surgeon on call at the ER. I knew what he was talking about, but paused to enjoy the homonymic moment. That's just the kind of part-time drunken hospital orderly I am. The surgeon, however, wouldn't let me rest. "Come on!" he demanded. "We're in a race against time!" At which point, I knew we were screwed. Because, man, our baton changes are awful!
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