My, what a disturbing mental image.
All Mola Ram sticking his fingers in your chest, all "Kali ma shakti de, kali ma shakti de, -- by the way, I charge by the hour -- kali ma..." All Ash trying to bill his health insurance for services rendered by a Thuggee high priest but not knowing the provider code.
Especially when that fucker charges a consult fee, equipment fees and a lab & facility fee. Not to mention he charges hourly and almost per damn syllable.
He said he'd take my insurance on, though. I guess his shit works through the phone or something 'cause he seemed pretty confident he'd be getting paid.