My shaman healer is a total jackass

I went to the local shaman healer to have my forearms drained yesterday. He pulled out a huge needle that appeared to have rust on it. I asked him if that was rust on the needle, and he replied, "What's it to you?" Just as I was about to say, "Nothing, I guess," he stabbed that giant thing in my arm. After I yelled out in pain, he coughed in a way people do when they are trying to cover up a comment. "Did you just say 'A-pussy-says-'what?'' just now," I asked him. He looked confused. "What?" he asked. "Exactly," I said. "Exactly." Then I turned to his assistant and offered her my raised hand in a position ready to receive a high five, but, alas, none was forthcoming.