"Nonsense!" Zoidberg cried, though he did not sound in any way convincing. "Just hold still and I'll paste your neck back together!"

Of course, there was no paste available for him to use, but that was of little import. What mattered most was his desire to do right by Joly and save him!

"Obviously that red stuff there is..." he trailed off, looking overly perplexed, all things considered. "Eh... blood?"