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its friday, and monkeys have taken over my medical practice.
ah yes, the monkey, natures version of a drunken college student, its was thursday night when they came to take me. i refused, but as i quickly learned, one does not refuse a monkey.
how could i, they were so cute, so furry and playfull. i had suspected the workings of a certain Dr. Kapp but one could never be that certain in medicine as in life.
but there i sat, bounded by vinyl ropes to a rather uncomfortable swivell chair while this band of crazed monkey threw their about the room, mocking my patients and sifting through my files. blasted opposable thumbs!!
they offered what was perhaps the most absurd diagnosis for one unlucky paitient of mine who was so uttely psychotic he was incapable of noticing my cries for help while tied down.
the leader of those pesky mamalls administered leeches in hopes of bleeding the excess evil bile out of his head. suffice to say his sudden recovery was purely coincidental- monkeys my friends do not practice medicine, fake doctors do.
yet again i sat as bit by bit the furry jungle cretians destroyed what had taken over 3 weeks to build up. after releasing from captivity the real doctor, who's identity i had stolen and reforged during his time i had placed him in confinement. the weeks of dampness and cold had hardened him to no end, the zeal with which he began beating me with a 4 inch thick stack of legal paper (so as to avoid visible bruises from showing) reminded yours truly of the unspoken power of mind over matter...and of monkeys over money.
no amount of pleading would stop these mokeys from continuing to reek havoc upon my practice. it was disenchanting to say the least that i would be set adrif in lake ontario that cold november morning still tied to that stool, perched atop floating 2x4's of plastic. the shore line became less and less visible under that early mornings haze, the waves were crashing over my face as i plunged into the unknown depths towards my heart of darkness....buffalo.
i could feel the stiff crack of ice wave caps fly past my uncovered face and neck, winter was fast approaching in upstate new york, chrismas cheer was building and i had at last after years of running nowhere to turn. The blasted Dr. Kapp may find me at last.
i only hope this message finds you before the Ontario Medical Association in conjunction with the Bengali Bureau find me.
as always your humble scribe,
Dr. Cosa
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