Character: Dr.. Page 32

Wow, not sickly such hickeys!
- So do You think this made the octopus?
Not just octopus. Judging by the diameter of the scars is Enteroctopus dofleini.
- And for those who missed the course of interdepository?
Giant Pacific octopus.

You're young. Should you do, well, you know... young things with ... with ... with young people?

Aging is mandatory, growing up is not.

- ... However, at the Countess pretty weird dreams...
Weird?! Not a word, doctor! It's just a nightmare! You know, that night the Countess saw in a dream to me! And you know what I'm doing?
- What?
- Trade on the Arbat pornographic photos!.. My wife posing for me in absolutely indecent poses, I took this picture. The rest of this abomination sold on the Arbat 500 rubles apiece!
But, please, your Highness, why are you doing this?
- Well to live it as it is necessary! I'm retired, and the prices are crazy. Bread twelve rubles!
- What's for PUD?
- Loaf! One loaf of bread! Sausage "Ostankino" - 1750 rubles! And not the first freshness. Eggs 352 of the ruble a dozen!

I feel there were people of a skeptical disposition, therefore - back to the meal. See this fork?
Well...
- Shall I eat it?
- Make a favor.
Yes You are, count! God Have Mercy! You have me as the mistress of shame! Now dessert... Fimka, well you are! Get blancmange with jelly!
[Cagliostro eating fork]
- Yes, it's from the heart. Great. Admirable. Spoons I have patients a lot of times swallowed, I must admit. But to so, for dinner - for dessert, and a sharp object!? Wonderful! For this you have our sincere heartfelt thanks. Well if, of course, in addition to iron objects, and even porcelain can eat - then... just no words.

We haven't met? I'm Rachel green, live with my sister's ex-husband Carol.
Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Franzblau, obstetrician your concubine brother's ex-wife.

- The bullet struck tangentially, which is in itself good, but still fractured the frontal bone...
- That in itself is bad. Yes?

- You know that you are dying?
We all die, Doc.
- And soon.

- Hank, how are you feeling?
- Well, since you asked... I feel as though the Lord lifted me up with his bare hands, then put me on the canvas of rusty nails, lifted my legs over my head, tied me up and stuck. No vaseline, no grease, no nothing not even polonevich. Then the bastard took the helmet of Darth Vader, put on this helmet myself at the end and whacked me on the tonsils, and he destroyed my beautiful virgin ass, my sweet brown rosebud, and then pulled out, cum on my Tits, wiped his dick on the curtains and left me to die.

- It is strange. Usually people don't like dentists. Tell me: what is the better dentist psychiatrist?
- Dentists working with anesthesia.

Astronautics is clean, does not stain the fruit of human curiosity.

- If you get scared, when the scanner makes any noise, don't worry, we still has not died.
- Honey, I'm not five years...
<...>
- How much?
- It is always hard in such moments.
... To pity You, or what?
I wanted to say...
- Want us to talk about You... about Your feelings... You're a big boy.
- No, I... three months... I'm sorry.
- Sorry, Yes? No, sorry, just a bit awkward.

- What happened to them?
- Target lesion of the brain cells that are responsible for the purchased memory, there is only the source information is, to drink, to fight for survival. Any moving object becomes a threat, any item that you can pick up the food. The man turns into an animal. The virus then invades the Central nervous system, people die, because deprived of the ability to move and navigate in space.
Is that some kind of failed experiment?
Why? Successful - we wanted to do it... This is the perfect combat the virus. The enemy destroys himself.

- Stop protocity, Doc! Cells do not regenerate.
Not only restores the cells of the Central nervous system, other body has time to update... in about four years.