| Me: | Oh! doctor, doctor! I must've have gotten sick somehow. |
|---|---|
| Me: | I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want them answered on the spot right now. |
| Me: | Is it serious? |
| Dr: | I'm afraid it is. |
| Me: | Am I gonna die? |
| Dr: | Well son, death is gonna catch up to all some day, but your's is coming quicker than ours, than ours. |
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| REALITY: | |
| me: | i'm in a lot of pain. |
| Dr: | "No idear what's wrong with you. TESTS AND DRUGS! |
| Me: | but i'm still in pain... |
| Dr: | Hmmmm. Still no idear. MOAR TESTS! |
| me: | i'm getting worse... |
| Dr: | Everything seems fine. ALL THE TESTS! |
| me: | fuck this, i'll just deal with the pain. |
