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Death, Morgue and a Lobotomy

As poor Kenny was wheeled into ER, the orderly jam his arm with pain medicine and the doctor started
 
Definitely delirious and locked down in the the psych ward with the giggling tellytubbies who were
 
Along with the teletubies were forced to go to emergency for removal of social media genes leaving
 
the nurses had to operate on him to save his life. He had suffered a damaged heart with a hole in it at nine years old.

”We replaced your heart with a baked potato and you have nine seconds to live,” a nurse says. Suddenly, he explodes and all his guts pour out. Poor Kenny comes to life in his bed once again.

”Oh my GOD that hurt!” the little boy said, as he recounted what happened. He had just learned of his immortality, and doesn’t know how to process it.
 
Yes, and after the scuttlebutt about the potato swap, the nurses are afraid to eat the mashed potato at the cafeteria, because the food is starting to look like
 
have biohazard signs posted, and hazmat suited moonlighting TSA agents spraying lavender scented germcide in
your hospital bed, as you are lowered into the
 
Kill Covid and leave your breath smelling clean, however Nurse Rachet appears and has a syringe of
 
Ready for a quick vist to the mortuary where the silent Hill movie feels real and you slip
 

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