True Stories

  • Sep. 9th, 2011 at 11:27 AM
the_wanlorn: The Doubtful Guest (Default)
Sometimes, when I find a skittle with another color skittle glued to it -- or even worse, a skittle with just a fragment of another color glued to it -- I worry that the main skittle is in the middle of consuming the other skittle. Then I worry about eating it, because it's kind of rude to eat someone when they're in the middle of eating.

Then I realize that if it can absorb another skittle like that, what could it do to my stomach, and I throw it out.

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MICHAEL: One evening, a patient was brought into my clinic in the middle of the night. He was tortured so badly I couldn’t believe he was still breathing. A man was with him. It was the man on your radio. I’ll never forget the voice. He put a gun to my head and explained to me that my patient had robbed him and that he wanted me to save him so the pain would last longer. I did what I could. He said to come here for my money — my blood money. There’s a place between life and death. Amazing how long a man can linger there.
PRESCOTT: That’s enough, all right? Okay. Bring everything upstairs. We’re getting out of here. Tony? Tony, can you hear me?
THUG: What the hell is going on?
MICHAEL: I know this guy. He’ll have people outside the bank, in your truck,and on your boat. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.
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