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You step up to the table and plant your open palms firmly on it, creating a loud thud that gets everyone's attention. With all eyes on you, you begin to speak...


"Once more unto the street, dear friends, once more;
And fill your trucks with the sick and injured.

For when the blast of sirens blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the monkey;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd determination;

Sheathe not your stethoscopes for lack of conviction:
Dishonour not your instructors; who now attest
that you are the finest crews in all the land;

You, good Onaka,
Who once ran five skells on a single trip to the hospital;
Peterson, who once retrieved an RMA from
an unconscious patient;
Gregory, whose clenched fist once restored the beat
to a dead man's heart;

Show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth the patch upon your arm; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest EMTs.
Whose blood is fet from Johnny and Roy themselves!

Follow your spirit, and upon this shift
Cry 'For NUTTS, Mercy City, and Saint George!' "

Everyone at the table looks at you with a blank stare. They have no idea what you are talking about. Stupid liberal arts major you took in college is never helpful. You decide to try a less Shakespearian approach...

Bob: " The crews working in Yewark have it this bad on a regular basis and they don't whine half as much. Are you suggesting they are better than we are?"

Onaka: " Hell no!!!"

Gregory: " Of course not..."

Bob: "Well I'm not going to have EMT's from all the local services whispering like little school girls about how we walked when things got a little tough. The busy season will be over on monday and we'll be back to normal volume. I'm going to get in the truck and ride my shift - what do you say?"

Gregory: " Yeah, I guess I could use the overtime..."

Onaka: " Well, if you're going, I guess I will too..."

OK, the response wasn't exactly as enthusiastic as you were hoping, but at least you succeeded in getting everyone back in their truck. As you enter your own rig, you hear all the other units call available over the radio.

Mortimer: "Wow, great speech Bob. That's from a Puff Daddy song isn't it?"

Bob: "Um.... yeah Mort. That's where I got it from..."

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