"You can't fight evil with evil" said Jim.

"You can't fight evil with evil" said Jim. Aubry loathed Jim and set out to disprove him by releasing hyper-virulent mosquito HIV to end malaria. 3 days later, it mutated to humans

and the humans died. Aubry looked over and said, "See?" and Jim's bloated neck turned and he nodded. He fished a dollar bill out of his pocket and put it in Aubrey's puss-ridden

pleasure. Jim didn't understand what he was seeing. He though this was a version of smallpox, but he knew it had been wiped out years ago. The green goo was troubling. Grabbing his

scarificator he lacerated some exposed veins. He was beginning to enjoy himself and decided trepanning might help. Anyway it was an opportunity to use his trephine.

He'd gotten it for Hannukah, but it was a functional gift that his great aunt Gretel had requested he used on her to alleviate her migraines. His trepan technique was shaky, but

with precise tap of the silver hammer Gretel's seizures where a thing of the past. "Oy vey!" she whispered as he drilled a second hole. The dybukks were released from her head.

"What the hell is a dybukk?", I suddenly asked my grandfather. And just like that, the illusion was broken, and I was back in my bed, listening to this decrepit old man

move his bowels in bed next to me. "Housekeeping!" I yelled. They'd be here in 10. Five if I was lucky, but my luck had run out at the baccarat table in Havana years ago. These da

days I spent my time drinking whiskey sours, reading Marquis De Sade and avoiding the cops.