Good god man that is awful

I went to a man to which the desticles called xur, to receive my drugs. Next thing I knew I was on an operating bed in a dark room with a stitched up scar where my kidneys are located. There was also a note in the room asking "wut cles u gun pleh?". So I booked it out back to my red biplane and never looked back. It has now been one month prior and I'm still in therapy.