I walk into the medical room and I wait for an hour or two. The magazines were ok, I mean I learned how to repaint my patio with termite resistant coating. Not that I have a patio but it's always good information that every red blooded American should know. When I finally got called in to the doctors office, like a sheep going in to slaughter; All I see is a suit dummy sitting at his desk. I ask him if I can get some xenox bars or some other fun shit to keep me happy. He replies, " Why would you want anything if you are happy?" I reply "cause I'm already fucked up on all sorts of things, doctor dick." Being upset by walking in to an interagation room, I grab his shitty Garfield tie ( It must have been friday the funny tie day) and start to choke his little pencil fucking neck. His face went blue and his limp body just fell over. Knowing I couldn't get anything out of this deal, I took his wallet out and grabbed out 5.50$. Enough to get me a pack of smokes and a few beers. I left the rest for who ever he wanted to put in his will or what ever illeagal immagrant was pulling janitor duty that night and stumbled across his dead body.