He shortly realises that his workmates are as thick as a plank and all efforts at dialogue are completey wasted.
Depressed and in desperation he books into Townsville Base and is promptly attended to.
Doc,he says,I would like half my brain removed-the social isolation is killing me-I want to fit in.
Righto says the Doc,and said op happens.
Morning rounds and Doc calls on our young Kiwi friend.
"How ya feeling?"
'Aahh good Doc,thanks very much.'
"Good,good says the doctor,"however bad news I'm sorry,a small slip of the scalpel and whoops we severed the main stem and had to remove the entire brain"
