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giantegoOh, come on now. What is this? I'm here less than a day and I'm already expected to spill my guts to a computer of all things, and I've got a job, and patients. Lucky, lucky Perry! Though apparently my word against the chief of medicine's doesn't hold water here either, and whammo! Back to residency. Eye transplants? Really? In my world, a glass eye and a spit shine was a-okay.
But oh, Perrperr, isn't there a silver lining? Why yes, conscious that sounds suspiciously like my old therapist back at Sacred Heart, yes, there is! You see, folks, I've called out all across the land. I've trawled every square inch of the Babylon hospital. Here's the deal: there's no sign of Newbie, Gandhi, Barbie, or Beelzebob. Do you understand? No, I don't think that you do. Imagine with me, kids. Imagine a world filled with light and hope and wonderful cotton candy trees. Now imagine it being torn apart by Satan himself in the body of a geriatric, and his three little minions on a mission from hell to one, sproing my hair, two, ask me for advice about inane details of their lives I would rather forget, and three, generally kill the little beauty that's left in my world. Oh, fun! And then, after years of that hell, back to the land of cotton candy trees. And let me tell you, they taste good.
Now, I like this little euphoric high I've got going! But if it's going to get cut off -- and for the sake of your genitals, especially yours Newbie, you'd better hope to God it's not going to get cut off -- I'd rather we do it quickly. So if you're out there, banes of my existence, come out and play! Otherwise, I'll be over here, tears of joy streaming down my face and the victory fanfare playing.
But oh, Perrperr, isn't there a silver lining? Why yes, conscious that sounds suspiciously like my old therapist back at Sacred Heart, yes, there is! You see, folks, I've called out all across the land. I've trawled every square inch of the Babylon hospital. Here's the deal: there's no sign of Newbie, Gandhi, Barbie, or Beelzebob. Do you understand? No, I don't think that you do. Imagine with me, kids. Imagine a world filled with light and hope and wonderful cotton candy trees. Now imagine it being torn apart by Satan himself in the body of a geriatric, and his three little minions on a mission from hell to one, sproing my hair, two, ask me for advice about inane details of their lives I would rather forget, and three, generally kill the little beauty that's left in my world. Oh, fun! And then, after years of that hell, back to the land of cotton candy trees. And let me tell you, they taste good.
Now, I like this little euphoric high I've got going! But if it's going to get cut off -- and for the sake of your genitals, especially yours Newbie, you'd better hope to God it's not going to get cut off -- I'd rather we do it quickly. So if you're out there, banes of my existence, come out and play! Otherwise, I'll be over here, tears of joy streaming down my face and the victory fanfare playing.
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