I was a field surgeon during the war. We'd work long hours. We'd eat while we operated. One time, there's this young soldier I was trying to save, he took a cannonball in the stomach. After 18 hours of surgery, I did it. Never felt better in my life. Until, just like that, the patient dies. Turns out I left half a bologna sandwich in his lung.
When I was ten years old, I killed my best friend, Tom McClenny. All the folks in town thought he died of falling off a tree. But the fact of the matter is, I beat him with a club and dragged him into the woods so it would look that way. Ha ha ha... I had no idea why I'd done it.
Ha ha ha, thank you Doctor, I feel better already.