Phill: Wait, didn't the doctors of drum island say something about a doctors oath?
Griff: -sight- I'll help the guy, it's not like anything else is going on, *grabs the Road roller and uses all his strength giving out a great aura, AND nothing happens* Oh, right... I'm not strong enough to lift this.... well, only way to get you out is by driving this out, so get ready to get more flat. *gets on the roller and starts the engine, Griff letting out a hellish grin* this won't hurt a bit
Phill: GRIFF!!... you know what, I don't care anymore just go for it.