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Martin: I know. But how?
Märtin (disguised as Dr. Fred): Laughter is the best medicine, Martin! - Why did a fashion designer go to the doctor?
Martin: I have no idea. Why then?
Märtin (disguised as Dr. Fred): He wanted to be examined anally!
Martin sneezed heavily and blew off Märtin's disguise. After that, Martin got a pack of minced meat in the face:
(Märtin dressed normally again)
Benzin: I'm sorry, Martin!
Martin then sneezed away the spoiled ground beef and hit Benzin:
Martin: CRAP!
A Frosch came into the royal apartment with his telephone:
A Frosch: Hello, buddy! Shall we piss off your bully doctors?