"CUB, YOU FEEL FINE???"
"LET ME REST SEATING IN THE COUCH. REMEMBER THIS ARE MY LAST HOURS..."
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT!"
"IT'S JUST TRUE... -SIGH-"
"BUT YOU CAN FIGHT BACK A LITTLE DON'T YOU THINK???"
"WHAT MEDICINE SAYS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE. DOCTORS ARE THE NEW GODS OF TODAY, ASSUME IT!"
"WHAT?"
"NOTHING"
"WELL..."
"I'LL GO MAKE MYSELF SOME MILO, NO PROBLEM?"
SO MY DEAR CUB TRIED TO STAND UP AND FELL TO THE FLOOR
"SHIT!!!" HE SAID.
I HELPED HIM STAND UP AND TRYED TO HELP HIM WALK TO THE KITCHEN. BUT THE GUY WEIGHS A TON! INEVITABILY, I LET HIM FALL... AND HE SMASHED HIS HEAD WITH A BOOKSHELF.
"FUCK!!! NEXT TIME I'LL WALK ALONE YOU...! NEVERMIND"
AND HE COUGHED. BUT WITHOUT BLOOD.
"HEY THERE'S NO BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH" HE SAID "I'M CURED!!!"
"SO YOU GOT CURED CAUSE YOU HIT YOUR HEAD WITH A BOOKSHELF"
"OH, THERE'S A LOT OF BOOK OF MEDICINE IN THIS BOOKSHELF. YOU HAVE THEM LIKE, TO DECORATE HERE???"
"NOPE"
"LOOK. BUDDHIST LAMAS HAVE TO STUDY THOUSANDS OF BOOKS. SO THEY HIT THEM IN THE HEAD TO GET MORE DATA IN THE HEAD FASTER THAN USUAL.."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN???"
"THAT ALL THE DATA OF THIS MEDICINE BOOKS GOT INTO MY HEAD, THAT'S THE CIENTIFIC EXPLANATION FOR WHY I GOT CURED"
"MAKES SENSE. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A REGULAR SOAP OPERA ABSURD CURE"
"MAYBE THAT IS TRUE TOO"
"YEAH???"
"OR MAYBE WE WILL NEVER KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT HOW I GOT CURED OF TUBERCULOSIS HITTING MY HEAD WITH THAT BOOKSHELF, BUT WHAT MATTERS, IS THAT NOW I AM HEALED, DON'T YOU THINK???"
"YEAH, MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT"
"I FEEL SO HAPPY I COULD DIE"
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THUS, THE SOAP OPERA ENDS.
HOPE WE HAD A LOT OF VIEWERS!!!
AND YOU HAD A LOT OF FUN!!!
AND YOU HAD A LOT OF FUN!!!
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!!
