Ah Newbie. Perfect timing. I have to run a hundred fifty dollars down to the police station cause Mr. Jinkies the Juggler, who Jordon just has to have to for Jack’s birthday party, just got a DUI.

What’s the matter with you there Sheila? You look like

Let me go ahead and tee this up for you, there, Annika: We are all going to die someday. For the lucky few of us it’ll be nice and fast. But for most of us it’ll be just as long and slow and painful as a conversation with you.

Here’s the tour: This is where the patients enter, upstairs is where they go to die, and down in the basement is where we slide their cold, dead bodies into the wall. Oh, and that’s the gift shop.

I’d wash up, but I’m afraid to go in our bathroom.

You can’t keep me from getting drunk.

Shower Shortz?

So you haven’t noticed that my supporting cast in this theater of hell, is a veritable who’s who of incompetent puppets.

Well do you see all these people here? This is not some kind of senior citizens slumber party. I mean if it was, I would have already put Mr. Foredom’s hand in a nice bowl of warm water. But god bless him, he’s going to go ahead and wet the bed anyway. My, my point […]

Hey, hey, Val. You know, you know what’s funny? Ever since I started taking care of your patients not one of them has died.