The World's Most Dangerous Road (cont)
“Hmmmm. Very interesting. I no sure. I think you need specialist.”
“Specialist? What kind of specialist deals with this sort of thing?”
“Special kind of doctor. Here. I write direction. He live on edge of jungle, one kilometer away.” The doctor handed Jason directions scribbled on a napkin. Jason tried to lift Tim, but he wouldn’t budge from the floor.
“Doctor!”
“Yes?”
“I think we may need a wheelchair.”
posted by Chris Fleites @ 12:55 PM
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on` And how do you know that you're mad?' `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' `I suppose so,' said Alice. `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'
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Ughhhh, youuuu!! Shortening the story like that...!! You're killing me...
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