Every time he arrived for work he looked

Every time he arrived for work he looked tired, weary, almost sick. He seemed not to spend a good run at home. Probably, he

of stapling documents. He hated his stapler, the haphazard 'Ker-chunk' sound it made, the way it jammed every eighth page. When he was due to refill it, he broke badly.

It was a herniated disk according to Dr. Kowslowski. "Nothing a few quick staples can't fix." He rolled a giant stapler into position just above his belly button. "No, wait!

Dr. Kowslowski, I want to have your baby." Dr. Kowslowki cleared his throat and put down his stapler. "I was hoping you would say that." The Dr. pulled his baby out of his desk dra

-matically. "You will see that encacing the baby in Lucite preserves every detail and allows me to lend it to you now." She Answered seductively, "Dr. Kowslowski, I meant I want to

go back to elementary school and act like a buffoon to the delight of the idiots millions." Dr. Kowslowski made a few notes on his pad. "And what of the maroon sun gods?" he asked.

The patient replied, "Hail, the mighty Maroon Sun Gods! They will return to rain fire upon us all, unless we make a sacrifice!" Dr. Kowslowski cleared his throat, "Nurse!"

"Yes, Dr. K?" she answered. Dr. Kowslowski looked at his lovely, perfect nurse sadly."You," he spoke haltingly. "You must be sacrificed to save the world. Remove your clothes now."

The nurse laughed like an old movie villian. "I can't do that," she spoke, Dr. K quickly responded, "No! The world will explod-" Dr. K realized, she's a member of the nuclear party