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Mr. Write Whatever As Long As It's Funny sits slumped over, collecting his blood in a metal dish. He is trying to have an out of body experience, see once and for all if his blood has eyes only for him, to glimpse the body externally for a brief moment. Of course from there it's just a short meeting away from plastic sports bottles and centers for study and rehabilitation. "How do you go back after a time like this?" The liquid asks the solid. The solid pitches forward, head hitting the desk with a conclusive "thunk".