Schlock:Hey, Doc. Ever since I woke up this morning, my third eye doesn't work right.
Doctor Bunnigus:Hmmm. . . Let me have a look at that.
Doctor Bunnigus:Odd. It's packed full of. . . Schlock. A chunk of you. It looks like it was squeezed in through a tiny hole in the back. Did you get hit in the face, or something?
Schlock:No. I would have remembered that. Well. . . unless maybe the memory of it got shoved into the eye too.
Schlock:Here, lemme suck that back out and see what's in it.
Doctor Bunnigus:You're creepy. I'm glad you're on our side.
