Psycho nurse begins to shout. She starts to stride. The gap between us is closing. Fast. I am transfixed on her approach. She is the jelly incarnate. Her movements are fluid. Natural Selection has granted her inhuman speed. She is more sugar than man.
“Push me.”
I look at Wheelchair. He wheels himself around in the opposite direction.
“PUSH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.”
Link: God Wants Local Man Dead, Local Man: "Bring It!"
P.S. If you can't figure it out, each instance of "fluffy" in the story is easily replaced with one of my favorite words and the guy sounds a lot less like a fruit.
Also I found this great clip of the best of Conan O'Brien's guests.
Yeah, that's right Conan, show that castaway how it snows!
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