“Take the pill.”
“I’ll pass.”
“What does that mean?”
“Rather not take the pill.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve loaded me so full of chemicals I no longer know which one causes me to pee purple, which makes me hairier than an ape, which makes me more ornery than Godzilla, which makes my feet stink, which makes me feel like Tinker Bell, which makes me outsleep Rumpelstiltskin, which makes my bowels run faster than Usain Bolt, and which makes me fart like a herd of stampeding wildebeest.”
“If you don’t, when the procedure starts, you’re going to experience nausea like never before.”
“Doubt it. Never been one to ‘experience’ nausea.”
“You were in the service, right?”
“Yup.”
“Nights out after long tours where you drank too much?”
“Oh, boy, Howdy!”
“Threw up?”
“Once or twice.”
“Remember trying to grit your teeth so your stomach couldn’t violently heave all it had through your mouth and nose?”
“Yeah. Once. Learned to stop drinking before it got that far.”
“You’ll have no control over that without this pill. Absolutely no control.”
“Bet I can tough it out.”
“Probably not.”
“Rather not take the pill.”
“Why not? No harm in it.”
“DuPont has already approached me twice about distilling my body fluids to extract exotic chemicals.”
“Nothing they’d be interested in.”
“They disagree. Willing to push the envelope.”
“You’ll beg to be put under.”
“You think I’m that much a sissy?”
“Seen goliaths cry like babies. Before and after losing the fight to show how tough they were.”
“I can do it.”
“Take the pill.”
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© spwilcenski November 2024
Exposed by spwilcenwrites “Take the Pill – November 19. 2024”
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