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aus
12:33 / 12.09.02
His attention drawn by the small plank offered by John, Dr Toothy did not see the tall, black and white duck with a much larger, heavier plank that soon came smashing down on Dr Toothy's head.
 
 
Ganesh
13:45 / 12.09.02
Dr Deep Voice, however, did, and quickly ran it through with a sharpened tendon hammer.
 
 
gridley
13:47 / 12.09.02
"Dirty disgusting birds," he said, throwing it's body into a red bio-hazard bag, "I suppose we have the nurses to blame for them as well."
 
 
cusm
14:42 / 12.09.02
He then turned his attention back to John, eyeing a tray of sharp and painful looking surgical equipment.
 
 
Ganesh
14:48 / 12.09.02
"Damien Hirst, circa '97," he sighed, "they tell me it's art, but it looks like a tray of surgical instruments to me."
 
 
gridley
15:02 / 12.09.02
"So what's wrong with me?" asked John, hoping for some sort of exhaustive, self-annhilating response.
 
 
cusm
15:34 / 12.09.02
He was disappointed to have the tables turned in psychoanalytic fashon as Dr. Deep-Voice replied with, "Well, what do you think maybe wrong with you?"
 
 
aus
18:16 / 12.09.02
Before he could reply, a flock of vengeful ducks burst into the room and one of them ate him, exactly like this:

except that John was a panda, not a smiley, and the duck flew away through a window before anything could be done to stop it.
 
 
gridley
19:05 / 12.09.02
"Haha, you maroon" thought John, "You can't psychoanalyze duck food, can you?"
 
 
aus
19:35 / 12.09.02
"I certainly turned the table on him," he snickered as his skin and remaining eye gradually dissolved in the duck's digestive juices, "this hired assassin duck really came through for me."
 
 
cusm
20:09 / 12.09.02
In the belly of the duck, John felt the digestive juices slowly burn away parts of himself, and this brought about a profound (albeit horribly painful) sense of peace.
 
 
aus
20:18 / 12.09.02
To feel himself become mystically and physically one with the universe, the world, the fauna, the birds of the air, and specifically the duck, finally brought peace to his tortured mind.
 
 
cusm
20:46 / 12.09.02
The train passed through the station, but noone was aboard, save Danny Aiello, whistling to himself as he swept up the empty aisle.
 
 
gridley
20:47 / 12.09.02
"John!" said Dr. Deep Voice, "stop dozing off! Now, listen, I'm going to discharge you from the hospital, but you have to promise you'll stop giving in to these fantasies."
 
 
aus
21:11 / 12.09.02
But it was no fantasy, John's mind creating the metaphor of "discharge from hospital" for release from his sad life, as he lapsed into unconsciousness in the gut of a large duck, while back in his former room the real Dr Deep Voice simply shook his head in disbelief and softly commented to himself, "I've lost patients before, but never quite like this."
 
 
aus
21:30 / 12.09.02
Having unsuccessfully attempted to treat Dr Toothy, who died due to massive head injuries from being bashed over the head by the first of the assassin ducks, and now lost this very interesting patient John to a carnivorous duck who even now was beginning to poop the remains of John all over Swansea (eating whole pandas or humans often upsets a carnivorous duck's digestion, giving it particularly nasty diarrhoea), Dr Deep Voice finally signed off their death certificates and, resigned and shoulders stooped, completed his shift and began to regretfully trudge home.
 
 
Mr Tricks
22:01 / 12.09.02
Opening the door to his luxery condo, Dr. John DeepVoice was greeted by his eager lover Clark, dressed again in the all too familuar blue & red jumpsuit with an"S" on it's chest.
 
 
Mr Tricks
22:03 / 12.09.02
Contemplating Clark's "how was your day dear?" Dr. Deepvoice slumped into his favorate chair unzipped his pants and said "strange Love, very strange."
 
 
aus
22:04 / 12.09.02
"Not tonight, Clark," said Dr Deep Voice, "I've had a bizarre and difficult day."
 
 
Ganesh
22:12 / 12.09.02
"Duckshit," he sighed, "it all ended in duckshit."
 
 
Panda.
00:32 / 13.09.02
John burst through the window on a rope, a shattered shard of glass slicing his jugular as he fell.
 
 
cusm
01:07 / 13.09.02
"Oh now, look at the mess. Here, let me get that for you," said clark, as he raised his glasses to burn John into cinders with his heat vision.
 
 
aus
01:32 / 13.09.02
John was already spread over Swansea in the form of duck shit, and of course Clark was a loveable dweeb who pathetically attempted to bolster his low self-esteem by dressing as Superman and thus didn't really have heat vision... but it didn't stop Dr Deep Voice and Clark from pretending!
 
 
Ganesh
09:43 / 13.09.02
I know you're trying to help, snookums," said Dr Deep Voice with a weary smile, "but my patient turned to duckshit today, and all the creative fantasising in the world won't bring him back; can I be Lex another night?"
 
 
aus
12:33 / 13.09.02
Finally surrendering his sane, mild, really quite common fantasies of people flying through windows, bleeding to death and then being incinerated by use of heat vision, Clark offered, "Perhaps it might help if you tell me what happened today?"
 
 
000
17:25 / 13.09.02
"If you do," Clark offered, cock in hand, "I'll be Lois tonight."
 
 
000
19:03 / 13.09.02
"Clark, there are many odd things from my life that I haven't told you but I figure tonight is the time to finally get a few things off my chest," and he opened his hollow chest to reveal that he was X-51; an android, and, yes, he dreamed of sheep.
 
 
aus
19:27 / 13.09.02
John stared out of the train window, feeling the thump-thump-thump of the wheels on the tracks beneath him, moving in slow unison with his heavy heart, and the back-and-forth motion of the closed switchblade against his pale, acne-scarred face.
 
 
000
20:46 / 13.09.02
John stopped typing in outrageous lies into the computer screen, a tale of his life as seen through multiple personalities; it wasn't funny anymore, all these creepy ideas that came out of nowhere (a train, hospitalization, Superman, Panda-bestiality and repetition) had an unhealthy effect on his real life towards the unstable; his brain seemd to have been altered and he was very afrain for no apparent reason.
 
 
aus
20:50 / 13.09.02
"No, that's not what happened, Clark," protested Dr Deep Voice, "could you allow me to tell the story myself?"
 
 
aus
20:52 / 13.09.02
"Every day was like Sunday, he reflected, every day was silent and grey," continued Dr Deep Voice's description of his day, "but it WAS Sunday, he realised, and a single tear trickled out from the corner of his decent eye - the one WITHOUT the eye-patch."
 
 
000
20:58 / 13.09.02
"Did I say that," a startled John wondered, "did it come out of my mouth???"
 
 
000
21:00 / 13.09.02
"I'm incontrol'fmysef," he repeated to himself, "and John begat Abraham, who begat Sol-Om-On -- sun-sun-sun in 3 different languages -- who begat Asterix..."
 
 
Ganesh
22:14 / 13.09.02
"Clark," sighed Dr Deep Voice, "there's just no talking to you when you're like this; does it have to be the kryptonite again?"
 
 
000
22:16 / 13.09.02
I'm not Clark.
 
  

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