NEWEST 3-WORD POST

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!"

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl

[Eveningsdawn]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her

[Marisa Louise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh

[Marisa Louise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack.

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. To many times

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this

[Gehanna]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from

[three seven]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains

[Gehanna]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains of memories past

[three seven]

He emerged from behind the curtains with a hugeI so want to pick this one up...

[Sarita]

I so want to pick this one up...

I hate cross posting! Do with it what you will.... ;)

[maestrowork]

When people cross post, the next person can pick whichever he or she wants to continue...

[wurdwise]

(ok, guys, remember, this girl is blind, and if we know what her dreams are about, I would suppose we are in her viewpoint.)

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask.

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she

[mdmkay]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her

[Gehanna]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody," Sara

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is

[William Haskins]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse.

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway.

[bjewel77]

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO!

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr.

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo!

[wurdwise]

I thought he was already in the room.

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did

[lindylou45]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your

[mdmkay]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over

[Wormo]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something

(she's blind so she can only hear...)

[Wormo]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

The intern

[maestrowork]

(bjewel... the POV character is blind.... she can't see the intern blush and his acne... :) )

[mdmkay]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"
"No, doctor she

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and

[Marisa Louise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious.

[poetinahat]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave

[bjewel77]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff!

[Wormo]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff! he said whilst

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff! he said whilst slapping the intern.

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor.

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. Sara

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would

[Marisa Louise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low."

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are

[Wormo]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more.

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license

[Gehanna]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse

[wurdwise]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with Raymond Peabody-gently

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming. The phone rang.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming. The phone rang. "Under control, everyone!

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina,"

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary.

[[RWTD]-Barbie-[GKR]]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds pretty sexy, if

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed

[Sarita]

Hmmm, I'll let you guys duke it out, but I like the hysterical option! :)

[wurdwise]

LOL!

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara,

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home

(I am SO changing my title to Sara, the nut case)

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard!

(I am SO changing my title to Sara, the nut case)[/QUOTE]

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you

[wurdwise]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie,

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

[bjewel77]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off!

[Sarita]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync.

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Sara visualized

(Blind girl! Blind girl!)

[bjewel77]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged

[maestrowork]

Cross post. The next person must choose...

;)

(Blind girl! Blind girl!)

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again!

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kills her

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise.

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup."

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a"

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes!

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do

(for the record, a spider in my soup would kill me.;) )

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone,

(for the record, a spider in my soup would kill me. Me, too!)

[Sonya]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it!

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business.

[Sonya]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business.

"How am I

[rhymegirl]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without Sara's inheritance from

[BlakeOvard]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl

[maestrowork]

I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office, singing "Doowah Deedee"

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office. "RAYMOND! You're so

[Sarita]

Uh-oh, guys... who gets the axe?

[maestrowork]

The next person chooses.

[rhymegirl]

Come on now, somebody. Let's move this story along.

I can't add on to it; someone else has to go next.

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office brandishing a large

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD!

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into

[Eveningsdawn]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into

[poetinahat]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic

[Wormo]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers

[poetinahat]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katrina

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katrina, knife still in

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond

[gogoshire]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm going to redecorate

[Sarita]

Kate, you pick :)

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain."

Sara screamed again.

[Rob-rite]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain."

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara

[poetinahat]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried.

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make

[maestrowork]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head

[Wormo]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise.

[Sarita]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise. Her back was

[BlakeOvard]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise. Her back was against the wall

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned

[poetinahat]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note on her.

Katarina

[poetinahat]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth

[rhymegirl]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a nasty note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth with duct tape. "That

[McCann]

"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a nasty note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth with duct tape. "That takes care of