Love SICK
Not wishing to linger too much outside without any clothing on you quickly take the girl scout's body inside and put your clothes back on. You then carry it to the kitchen and get out your cookbook of some of your favorite recipes. You swear if Mom hadn't beaten you into to becoming a doctor, you could've been a world famous cook. Life can be so unfair sometimes.
You effortlessly chop up the body and begin taking some choice parts to put into your gruesome idea of cookies. You add dough, yeast and an unhealthy amount of chocolate and sugar and mix the mess together. Since you also have the idea that this can be something you and your sister can share you thoughtfully shape the "cookies" into hearts. (Awww!)
While you're waiting for them to bake in the oven, you take this opportunity to work on your poem again. When of course the fucking doorbell rings again! You grab an axe and make your way to the door.
"I swear if these are those fucking MormonÂ…" you mutter as you open the door.
"Howdy Doc! Mmm mmm! You got something cooking? Sure smells good! Hey me an' Hugo got some new patient's for ya in our truck! We'll bring 'em in!"
Well it's not Mormons, but it's almost as bad, it's your low life "assistants" Jed and his equally dim brother Hugo. They occasionally show up with some quality stock that they provide for either prescription drugs or money. Such distasteful characters, but sometimes it's unfortunately necessary to associate with such individuals. Of course that doesn't mean you have to like it.
"Oh for fuck's sake Jed, bring them around the back! We don't need the world to fucking know. Christ you're a pair of fucktards." You say.
You head back to the kitchen and open the back door, as Jed and Hugo bring in a young man writhing in pain due to his arms and legs being completely broken and sticking out of the flesh. They dump him on the floor while you check on your cookies. You grab one and taste it. Hm, still needs some more time.
In the meantime your assistants seem to be having trouble with the other patient they brought. A young pregnant woman comes running through the kitchen not even noticing you and into your living room nearly tripping over her boyfriend, with Hugo and Jed in pursuit.
"Get that bitch Hugo, get that bitch!" Jed shouts.
"You don't stand a chance girlie! How about you just give up now, and we'll show you a good time before the Doc performs his experiments!" Hugo says as the girl swings a poker at him that she got from the fire place.
"Woohoo! This one's a fighter! I like that!" Jed says.
"Get away from me you inbred pieces of shit!" the girl screams.
You sigh and shake your head as you watch this demented Laurel and Hardy routine from the kitchen. You grab your mallet and stealthily sneak up behind her and smash her in the head knocking her unconscious.
"Shitfire Doc, you ain't no fun. Hugo here might be dumber than a pile of shit bricks and twice as smelly, but least he knows how to make them squawk first. Especially when they gots a bun in da oven!"
Of all the impudence! How dare this inbred peckerwood tell you who's the MASTER at inflicting pain!
« Go Back You effortlessly chop up the body and begin taking some choice parts to put into your gruesome idea of cookies. You add dough, yeast and an unhealthy amount of chocolate and sugar and mix the mess together. Since you also have the idea that this can be something you and your sister can share you thoughtfully shape the "cookies" into hearts. (Awww!)
While you're waiting for them to bake in the oven, you take this opportunity to work on your poem again. When of course the fucking doorbell rings again! You grab an axe and make your way to the door.
"I swear if these are those fucking MormonÂ…" you mutter as you open the door.
"Howdy Doc! Mmm mmm! You got something cooking? Sure smells good! Hey me an' Hugo got some new patient's for ya in our truck! We'll bring 'em in!"
Well it's not Mormons, but it's almost as bad, it's your low life "assistants" Jed and his equally dim brother Hugo. They occasionally show up with some quality stock that they provide for either prescription drugs or money. Such distasteful characters, but sometimes it's unfortunately necessary to associate with such individuals. Of course that doesn't mean you have to like it.
"Oh for fuck's sake Jed, bring them around the back! We don't need the world to fucking know. Christ you're a pair of fucktards." You say.
You head back to the kitchen and open the back door, as Jed and Hugo bring in a young man writhing in pain due to his arms and legs being completely broken and sticking out of the flesh. They dump him on the floor while you check on your cookies. You grab one and taste it. Hm, still needs some more time.
In the meantime your assistants seem to be having trouble with the other patient they brought. A young pregnant woman comes running through the kitchen not even noticing you and into your living room nearly tripping over her boyfriend, with Hugo and Jed in pursuit.
"Get that bitch Hugo, get that bitch!" Jed shouts.
"You don't stand a chance girlie! How about you just give up now, and we'll show you a good time before the Doc performs his experiments!" Hugo says as the girl swings a poker at him that she got from the fire place.
"Woohoo! This one's a fighter! I like that!" Jed says.
"Get away from me you inbred pieces of shit!" the girl screams.
You sigh and shake your head as you watch this demented Laurel and Hardy routine from the kitchen. You grab your mallet and stealthily sneak up behind her and smash her in the head knocking her unconscious.
"Shitfire Doc, you ain't no fun. Hugo here might be dumber than a pile of shit bricks and twice as smelly, but least he knows how to make them squawk first. Especially when they gots a bun in da oven!"
Of all the impudence! How dare this inbred peckerwood tell you who's the MASTER at inflicting pain!