Oh my God… not Cannibalism!!
Dr. Abortion and Jermain’s
Roe’s small aircraft has crashed into the side of a mountain in the Andes. Both
of them have survived, yet neither of them has eaten in days. Roe is minutes
away from hypothermia and Dr. A is struggling to make it as reality fades in as
his drugs wear off. There is much to despair, aww… and it couldn’t have
happened to a nicer person.
The Two have been slowly
moving for quite some time now, trying to climb down the steep in freezing
temperatures.
Dr. A: “Roe… Roe… are you still
with me?”
Roe: “Y-yeah… b-but I can’t go
any further.”
Dr. A: “Yeah, me neither. You know
what I just realized?”
Roe: “W-whats t-that?”
Dr. A: “Ms. C and Wade are dead.
That’s HORRIBLE, isn’t it.”
Roe: “Y-yeah… I t-think people
who k-kill off their characters are a-a-a…”
Dr. A: “You know what else Roe,
I’m hungry… REAL HUNGRY. I am starved, ravenous, famished and in serious need
of food. I need something to eat.”
Roe: “W-we don’t have anything
but the coats on our b-back and this will for millions of dollars.”
Dr. A: “Mmmm, mmm… and boy does
that will look tasty. And so does your arm.”
Roe: “D-don’t say that. This
thing is worth m-millions. You can’t eat it or m-m-me.”
Dr. A: “Did you turn into Bubba
Ray Dudley or something?”
Roe: “N-No… I am doing this
bec-because my t-teeth are shattering.”
Dr. A: “Come on, let me eat your
arm. I won’t kill you. It’s just your arm man. You don’t really need it. You
can write with your right hand… just let me get your left arm… at least a
finger!! I’m going to die!”
Roe: “S-so am I… and w-what am I
going to eat then?”
Dr. A: “Oh, you can eat yourself
too I guess. I mean, its not like you’ll gain any more weight… but at least
some of it will shift to your stomach. Hehehe… right Roe?”
Roe: “S-s-shut the hell up D-Dr.
Abortion. Y-you k-keep your damn hands off of me.”
Dr. A: “Come here- GIVE ME THAT
FINGER!”
Dr. Abortion leaps on top of Roe and
starts biting Roe’s hand.
Roe: “Agh! Get off of me! It
hurts! It hurts! Stop biting!!! IT HURTS… NO, wait. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I
don’t feel anything; I feel no pain at all. I feel cold though, so cold.”
Dr. A takes his mouth off of Roe’s hand
and stops nibbling to look up.
Dr. A: “Umm… of course its cold,
we are trapped on a snowy mountain.”
Roe: “No… not like that, i-i-its
s-something else. Goodbye Dr. A.”
Dr. A: “What do you mean goodbye?
I’m not murdering you… I’m just going to chew on your arm a bit. That’s all.
You won’t bleed to death or anything, this… err… snow will clot your blood.
Yeah, That’s right.”
Roe: …
Dr. A: “Umm… Roe.”
Roe: …
Dr. A: “DAMN. He’s not talking
anymore. Hmm, I guess he’s not struggling either. BON APPETITE!”
The doc puts his head
down again and starts nibbling on Roe’s arm.