Dr. Crotchieghrasper was proud of his gallstone

Dr. Crotchieghrasper was proud of his gallstone collection. He had amassed an impressive collection of specimens displayed in the reception. Of them all the one that looked lik

e Richard Nixon was his favorite. Dr. Crotchieghrasper hoped to acquire all the presidents "Gallstones are like snow flakes, each one is different." FDR was still allusive.

Inserting a dollar and turning the lever, out popped out...a James Garfield gallstone! Damn! He craved for an FDR, so much that Dr. Crotchieghrasper would obtain it at any cost...

including shaking the vending machine. Dr. Crotchieghrasper tried to tip the machine to get his disguting little goodie. The machine did something awful, it went on "TILT."

A claw extended from the machine & clasped Dr. Crotchieghrasper's tender parts. He swore he heard a voice say "You take, I take." He slowly, s l o w l y tilted the vending machine

away from him, trying to pull the machine's grasping claw off him. Oh but that was a mistake, he quickly realized! Dr. Crotchiegrasper the Crotch-Watcher gasped and tumbled forward

where Karen still on the floor but in mid-realization, turned to look at him wondering how he fit into the scheme that somebody was had concocted against her. Covering her crotch

with some crotchet she had been working on recently, she crept out to the Creepy Tent. "I'd like to join the Creepy Circus," she said to the Ringmaster. "Running away, eh?" he

chided, then noticed the crotchet hooks sticking out of her eye sockets, blood and pus running down her face. "You're perfect for the Creepy Circus!" The Ringmaster handed her a