Huh? Evil Editor, you say? Ah, yes, yes. Of course I remember him. We knew there was something different about that little fella the moment he was delivered. The UPS man made me sign for him and pay COD. I was just a young resident at the time and barely had enough money in my wallet to cover it. You might want to mention that to him if you see him. Will you be seeing him? It's just, ah, I find myself a little short this month.Well, as soon as we opened the box, we thought he was something special. He poked his little head out and started screaming the place down. What a pair of lungs! It took a whole roll of surgical gauze to quiet him. When the nurse lifted him out -- well, we knew he was something special.
We followed the normal procedure, filled out the paperwork, printed him and sent him on to the city orphange. Look, here's a copy of his prints. Impressive, eh?I left the hospital soon after that and set up my own little clinic. Plastic surgery. That's where the money is. If they don't take away your insurance. Bastards. You know, you're looking a little jowly there yourself. Have you ever considered...
