I think it's time for Ed Lacert to pull out a very special treatment he's been saving for just such an occasion.
He just sorta walks up to Shaq and whispers into his ear "You listen to me you big fat piece of crud. If you even think of getting hurt I guarantee I will cut your heart out with a spoon and sell it on the Chinese black fudging market, and scalp you while you still breathe. And I'll kick your little dog too"
You know. Something like that. Don't look at me that way. You want to do it too. Desperate times call for desperate measures