“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Linwood asked when he saw the bandage job the doc was pulling off.  A kindergartner could have done better.  Try to look shellshocked?  No problem.  Linwood was caught completely off guard at Doctor Morris’s last comments.  “Wha… who are you? Key what?” Linwood was truly shocked as he got into the wheelchair and was further terrified at the good doctor’s wheelchair driving skills.<br/><br/>Linwood isn’t reassured when he is wheeled out and discovers that his chariot awaits.  A P.O.S. subcompact that looks like it belongs in a scrapyard.  “So where are you taking me?” he asked the doctor that couldn’t afford anything other than a rolling lunchbox for a vehicle.  “Should I just climb in through the window?” he asked. “I’d hate it if I were the reason for you to lose any of your garbage collection.” He said when he saw the sea of trash in the backseat.<br/><br/>“Hey, I’m Linwood, Linwood Echard.”  He introduced himself to the man in the front seat once he was in the car and situated with his backpack.<br/>