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uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh ludicra rules. uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh impaled severs any rectal tendons in sight. thats all you need to know, i suppose. deploying the semen commando strain might be another talent, that i wouldn't know though...

How do I feel about Ross Sewage?....
Well,probably somewhat like how I feel about intestinal parasites.
I mean...come on folks.....look at that weasel-like "I should be working, but instead Im pulling the wings off flies and eating my own dandruff" gleam in his eye!
And what's with all the bodies buried in his back yard?...Like NOONE but ME has noticed the pantleg sticking out of the dirt??!!! Or the head wrapped in tinfoil in his chest freezer???!!
Not to mention the bloody chainsaw,ribspreader,and forceps on his kitchen table. The guy is clearly disturbed.....either that or he's a member of the INfamous IMPALED.
Either one is grounds for commitment to the California home for the musically challenged and clinically insane.

i was so nervous when i started my internship at st. juliens... i was assisting dr. ross, but he made me feel so comfortable... i knew i was home when i handed him the chestspreader and with a that sick crack of the ribs our eyes met over the open chest cavity. now i'm here to stay, mopping his brow, handing him the bone saw, muffling the screams of our patients...