"Well," the doctor replied, "It seems that you're dying from a rare disease. Could I offer you a mint?"
The one-armed man looked down at his member. The mold had spread quite quickly, now reaching an itch from his navel. It smelled like rotted eggs, which made the doctor catch his breath.
The one-armed man took a letter opener off the doctor's desk and plunged it into his private parts. The man's penis was hacked off, falling to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. He ran out of the doctor's office and into the path of a steam roller.
"Damn," the doctor thought, "He should have washed himself more often."
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