It will no doubt embarrass him greatly, but I have a favor to ask for my friend Wally. He's having minor surgery done today, and I'd consider it a personal favor if y'all could take a second to have a friendly chat with your diety-of-choice and ask that this routine surgery go exactly as it should.
Pro-tip: It's never "routine" surgery when it's being done to you.
It's the kind of surgery that is completely and utterly uneventful in the vast majority of all cases. The rational side of my brain knows that it is extremely unlikely that anything untoward will happen. However, that's not the side I listen to in times like these - it's a lot like flying: the rational side knows that I am FAR more likely to get killed on the Harley than in a 737. But it's not the rational side I listen to when turbulence hits...
So, if you don't mind, think good thoughts for our favorite evil gunsmith genius today.
That is all.