No sir, I am pretty certain you can’t sue the manufacturer for this injury.
Yes sir, I can see that you are in a precarious situation, what with that body part all stuck in that orbital sander.
I am really interested in hearing how in the name of all that is holy how you managed to do that, but really, you are going to have to stop screaming like a smitten schoolgirl first.
What was a guy living in a million-dollar home doing using an orbital sander, anyways. Sanding baseboard molding? Don’t you have money to pay someone to do that for you? You probably paid a handsome sum to have those ugly ass paintings over there done.
I hope your wife looks better than that painting, by the way.
Seriously, dude. Quit screaming. No, I don’t have Propfol, nor do I have Novacaine. Plus, neither one of those would help anyways. Well, one of those certainly would help.
Help me at least.
Please shut up. This is awkward enough as it is. What exactly are you going to tell your wife, anyways?
Okay, I’m really tired of hearing your screams echo off these cavernous walls. This is going to hurt really bad. You can cry now. Yes, yes, like a big boy. It’s over now.
Hospital time, sir. Here, have a seat. Yes, you have to go to the hospital. We need to get a specialist to take a look at that.
Really? You want to sue the manufacturer? You’re kidding, right? Dude, you just told me that you left this thing plugged in to the wall.
Pretty sure it says somewhere in the owner’s manual to unplug it before doing any type of work on it. And I’m pretty sure that isn’t normal.
Good luck with your case, dude.