What is "leggo"

Usage examples of "leggo".

The Leggo was a less chubby version of the Fish, as if, given the fact that the Leggo had published rather than perished to become Chief, all the human juice had been sucked out of him, and he had been left drained, dehydrated, even uremic.

Finishing, the Leggo returned to his corner, where he remained standing.

Neither the Fish nor the Leggo seemed to have a firm grasp on what went into being a human being.

She finished, said she would photocopy references for us, and left to tell the Fish and the Leggo, on their rounds, about our rounds.

The House Slurpers like the Fish and the Leggo took a look at the shiny BUFFED charts and their faces lit up with fine and shiny smiles.

He thought of her as he thought of the Fish and the Leggo and many other Slurpers: terrific medical texts lacking in common sense.

I studied Jo to detect the symptoms of her ulcer, and studied the Fish for his big ulcer and the Leggo for his giant ulcer.

One of our main skills was how to put a terrific BUFF on any chart to satisfy Jo, who could thus satisfy the Fish, who could thus satisfy the Leggo, who could thus satisfy whomever he had to satisfy.

On our rounds with Jo, our charts looked so terrifically BUFFED that when Jo on her rounds with the Fish displayed them to him, and when the Fish on his rounds with the Leggo displayed them to him, all were amazed.

Jewish BMSs and tough ghetto kids, running and yelling and breathing hard and worrying about chest pain meaning heart attack, throwing sharp elbows and playing dirty under the boards and getting into all-out screaming arguments with fifteen-year-olds about disputed calls, the elbows in fact thrown at Jo and the Fish and the Leggo and the deaths and diseases and wasted healthy moments spent cooped up in the House of God.

As Otto got angrier, I got more and more angry with the Fish and the Leggo, protesting the abuse of my name.

Chuck and I knew we had created a monster and felt real good about it, but Chuck pointed out that it was sort of like watching your mother-in-law drive your new Cadillac off a cliff, because we knew that Jo would not go fuck herself but would go talk to the Fish, who would go talk to the Leggo, who would get us back but good, since the essence of any hierarchy is retaliation.

From the Leggo to the Bruiser, no one in the hierarchy could understand how the nursing-home beds seemed to open at a touch for ward 6-South, and only for ward 6-South.

The Leggo had spent his whole life living for that electric moment in medicine when a concept cleared away the stench of a disease, and when this concept would be warmly applauded, as his cold pop never had applauded him.

The Leggo was hell-bent on producing these electric moments in medicine.