CHAPTER 6

(This chapter is provided by C.S.-Norwalk Institution Administrative Assistant Trainee Intern, Pravat Hardinja as excerpted from a memo from the Chief Proctologist, Doctor Kervorkianopoli)

“ …. I will pick up the diatribe where we left off. No, no, its okay. My therapist says its good for me to release in this way. I think he-she (literally) said something like "fantastic', 'fantasick', or something. Right now I need a little break whilst I quaff a Soodovolian Ironman Ale. I think I need to cut down on those. I'm beginning to suspect that the brewery is attempting to cut costs by substituting lunar lead for Soodo (sp?) Iron. My proctologist says that I have an unusually large concentration of lead in my butt. I will get a new specialist in that area. It seems that I was reading a print out of your last comunique, and ... well ... it was mental suggestion I suppose. Anyways, he had security eject me (yes, pants around my ankles) after I severly flatulated during a rather ... uuuumm ... embarrassing part of the exam. Need I say more? Please, I forgot what I was saying . Anyways, I will ... uumm ... what was I going to do ? I will do whatever it was a.s.a.p.”