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"
We
want
you
to
co
-
operate
with
us
,
Yo
-
Yo
.
We
’
re
your
friends
and
we
want
you
to
trust
us
.
We
’
re
here
to
help
you
.
We
’
re
not
going
to
hurt
you
.
"
"
Let
’
s
jab
our
thumbs
down
inside
his
wound
and
gouge
it
,
"
suggested
the
hatchet
-
faced
man
.
Yossarian
let
his
eyes
fall
closed
and
hoped
they
would
think
he
was
unconscious
.
"
He
’
s
fainted
,
"
he
heard
a
doctor
say
.
"
Can
’
t
we
treat
him
now
before
it
’
s
too
late
?
He
really
might
die
.
"
"
All
right
,
take
him
.
I
hope
the
bastard
does
die
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
treat
him
until
I
admit
him
,
"
the
clerk
said
.
Yossarian
played
dead
with
his
eyes
shut
while
the
clerk
admitted
him
by
shuffling
some
papers
,
and
then
he
was
rolled
away
slowly
into
a
stuffy
,
dark
room
with
searing
spotlights
overhead
in
which
the
cloying
smell
of
formaldehyde
and
sweet
alcohol
was
even
stronger
.
The
pleasant
,
permeating
stink
was
intoxicating
.
He
smelled
ether
too
and
heard
glass
tinkling
.
He
listened
with
secret
,
egotistical
mirth
to
the
husky
breathing
of
the
two
doctors
.
It
delighted
him
that
they
thought
he
was
unconscious
and
did
not
know
he
was
listening
.
It
all
seemed
very
silly
to
him
until
one
of
the
doctors
said
,
"
Well
,
do
you
think
we
should
save
his
life
?
They
might
be
sore
at
us
if
we
do
.
"
"
Let
’
s
operate
,
"
said
the
other
doctor
.
"
Let
’
s
cut
him
open
and
get
to
the
inside
of
things
once
and
for
all
.
He
keeps
complaining
about
his
liver
.
His
liver
looks
pretty
small
on
this
X
ray
.
"
"
That
’
s
his
pancreas
,
you
dope
.
This
is
his
liver
.
"
