"Oh Jesus," you gasp, "there's no time to identify every smell! I'm bleeding out here! Please, please heal me, Lord!"
Jesus nods, and steps forward as if to lay hands upon you and heal you. He stops again. "What's that sound?" he says suspiciously. You listen... He must be hearing some of the other dogs in their cages in the next room, whimpering and howling.
"Um. It must be the ... neighbors," you stammer. The room starts to spin.