Try to argue way out of this

I started trying to yell through the gag, trying to argue that the machine was wrong. I tried to tell the doctor no this was wrong.

I felt a sting against my bare chest, and the voice of the doctor now darker. "Shut up gimp. Gimps don't talk until they are encased. You'll be taken from here and processed," and with that I felt a needle stick into my bare arm.

"And since you are being a bad gimp we should probably just knock you out till processing."

I felt the **** start to surge through my system and soon it was dark.