Then someone else appeared on my right side and shaved my pubic hair. Not everything -- he left me a short wide rectangular patch for a landing strip that looked like Hitler's mustache...and then I noticed that Hitler had a very large nose and two big pink hairy eyeballs, and that kept me amused for about 10 minutes. I think that was my last lucid thought. (Well, it seemed lucid at the time.)

The Jawas came in. They might have been doctors, but they were all covered in robes and hoods and speaking animatedly in some language that wasn't Englisth -- it was very buzzy and abrupt. They didn't talk to me anyway, but sometimes told Phil things that he would translate for me. They descended on my right thigh and proceeded to build an airlock so they could crawl inside and party on my left ventricle. I tried to tell them that the Left Ventricle was not some trendy nightclub -- it's just a storage unit where I keep my Jesus-shaped hole -- but I think what came out of my mouth was a kind of mumbly moan in Ewok, and everone knows Jawas don't understand Ewok.

A fistful of stents : Pharyngula

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