Fractured Fanfiction: dr. hows thanksgiving

dr. hows: will-san do you make thank giving dinner?

*will-san stare wistfully, longfully, beyond the pane of the window of his dwelling; the cherry-blossoms gently stray from their mothertree as the sun rises on a new dawn. will-san tighten the red headband and sheath his katana.

dr. hows on a nuderun

will-san: Hows I Do Not Eat Turkey Not After She Died…

dr. hows: will-san…

*dr. hows sit on a couch, he take a cane and pushes a priceful flower-vase from the table and it crashes, breaking into dust; a gust of wind gather up the dust and sprinkle it throughout the land; this dust is used by a child in Wyom for make a mudman.

dr. hows: shut up will-san

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ld. cutty: hows you cant not order this treatments

dr. hows: he will die unless he get a brain removal do you want this patience to die?

ld. cutty: why he is needing a brain removal?

dr. hows: he has bbs, butt-brain syndrome, his brain a butt

ld. cutty: well do you have proof?

dr. hows: the butt-brain scan was neg. but I know it to be bbs

ld. cutty: ok remove this man butt brain

dr. hows: you’re boobs are stick out

*dr. hows hobble away however instead of fading into the horizon’s shadow he instead appear larger until the television screen fills with the deep brown of his hairs, and now you are in a folicile and you see his brain, now you are through the brain and seeing with the eyes of dr. hows, curmudgeonly genius, wow what outlook! the world look like macaronni and cheez

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will-san: I Have Spent All Day Preparing This Meal A Feast In Your Honor And Now Everyone Should Be Arrive Shortly

*will-san place a photo-representation of his beloved, Ambre, onto the table of his dinning room, betwixt a turkie and stuffing’s of various flavors: turkey, apple, chicken, poultry, mutton, leg of lamb, oil, etc. will-san pours the cereal into bowls and places them around the table. the feast is bountiful and buoyant.; truly a well-balanced celebration of thankingness. will-san light a candle in honour of his beloved lost, he kneel down and concentrate his chi for the development of meditational sacrifice. will-san look upon the clock and watch as all five clock hands rotate wildly; a demonic mudman is unleashed. will-san draws his katana, assuming the ready position.

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dr. eric foreman: we cannot complete this surgury due to a complexity: upon opening the man’s skullbone, we find no butt brain at all.

dr. hows: the butt is there, as i well know; such a butt belies apart from the view of mortals. however, i am late for will-san’s feasting, you shall remain at the hospitle to run tests that will invariably come back neg. i shall think fondly of you, here, wasting your precious life, while I partake upon a delectable supper.

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apple stuffings

*dr. hows arrive at will-san feast for thanks, but the turkie is a’shambles, thanks to the mudman whom was arriving through the sands of time; though will-san stave off the monster, thus defending the honor of his departed beloved Ambre and keeping her spirit crystal, which he wear upon his breast, untainted by the dark arts, the feastings are devastated by the wargoings.

will-san: House I Cannot Fight Any Longer… And My Dinner !!

*will-san pick up the photopicture of Ambre, the glass of the framing finds itself now cracked. a soloistic tear of will-san splatters – splot – onto the framing. dr. how’s pick up a leg of turkie and bite down upon it, he chews and enjoys.

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*all the gests begins to arrive: ld. cutty, her sexmate lookus, chace, all but lowly dr. eric foreman’s, who sit alone testing a man with a butt for a brain, all alone in hospitle, a black man brought down upon by a man (this man is dr. hows). ambre floats in the room: a ghost; will-san close eyes and feel her presents, a smile develops upon his face, and as dr. hows plays a piano, plink plonk, will-san cut the turkie with his mighty blade.

dr. hows: let us all say we are thankful

all presence: we are thankful

dr. hows: will-san for which are you thankful?

will-san: I Am Thankful That This Day Was Not Besmirched By The Demonic Mudman Time Traveler. I Am Also Thankful For My Departed

dr. hows: you are caring too much will-san, you career suffer while you worrie haphazardly. what are you thanking for chace

chace: Perchance, I accept thine offer to expound upon this issue thou broached; for I do believe that I needest to thank yonder Will-san for this pleasurable feast, upon which I will engorge my diaphragm, in order to erase the void of my broken marriage and the guilt of the murder executed by mine hands.

dr. hows: you are marriage became broken because you are guilting, thus you become what you hate most, a fat child. ld. cutty what is your thankfulness in regards to?

ld. cutty: i am thankfulness for lookus and my children, which did not spring from my loins but which i do appreciate besides.

dr. hows: cutty……..

*dr. hows look upon cutty cleaving breasts. he look a sad man, make a frowning face, a furrowed brow: a mongoose decrying the death of its mate, roaming its stomping grounds alone. dr. hows look upon this mongoose, the mongoose of his mind; it flap wings and attempt to fly, but it is weighed by the heaviness of dr. hows’s soul.

dr. hows: how does everyone?

everyone: oohh we are felling sleeping

*dr. hows watch as his acquaintances nod heads, and each falls into their food: they drugged. dr. hows smile, a jackal in the night, as he chew the mutton stuffing from ld. cutty’s plate.