Isn't it amazing how a
person can not even exist,
yet be here with name and
identity too? The piled up
coats and scarves of nothing :
'Doctor Tubes will do!' In
three days he's got 189 dear
friends. Like Michael McBurney,
they all want something for nothing.
'I've got hot ice on my skin, the
jowls of a hugger, and forceps
that can rip out your lungs.'
Doctor Tubes's here claim-to-fame.
Bring the kiddies. Bring the guns.