Aftermath of Bandit's attempted assassination plot against me

Mission accomplished.

The doctor examined me for 12 seconds for the price of a mid-size SUV (thanks to Romneycare) and told me that both my knees were sprained and I should stay home and rest and not get into any more trouble, or else Romneycare would subject me to more fees and I might end up living in the woods by the Interstate inside a kitty litter box. I went home and the cats were terribly glad to see me because they wanted to be fed, which is proof that when cats try to trip and kill you they never think out all the consequences. Bandit, however, looked unusually smug.