I've decided that it's time for Dr. Slaughter to finally fill her true role; an unlicensed doctor from Hell. The first thing I did was sell everything that Slaughter owned. Eventually I became nauseated by the overwhelming complaints from that dope in a hat. I got her the essential living supplies, plus some extra so she'd shut up.
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| Little moron trying to get past the crystal to get to her marijuana in the fridge. |
After my reunion with more complaints about the meteorite crystal that landed in front of the fridge I punished the little weasel with some work that is normally performed by a dwarf of some sort.
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| Like a dwarf from Snow White but with stars! |
After her hard work the hog went and raided the fridge while I made Dr. Slaughter's operating rooms for vic-I mean patients that are low on cash and highly tolerant of pain and unnecessary knee cap removals.
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| Featuring oven mitts for gloves, a butcher knife, and kitchen (operation) tools. |
So far no one has been desperate enough to get any oozing lumps or disfigured spines fixed.
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