text: Not wishing to linger too much outside without any clothing on you quickly take the girl scout's body inside and put your clothes back on. You then carry it to the kitchen and get out your cookbook of some of your favorite recipes. You swear if Mom hadn't beaten you into to becoming a doctor, you could've been a world famous cook. Life can be so unfair sometimes.
  
  You effortlessly chop up the body and begin taking some choice parts to put into your gruesome idea of cookies. You add dough, yeast and an unhealthy amount of chocolate and sugar and mix the mess together. Since you also have the idea that this can be something you and your sister can share you thoughtfully shape the "cookies" into hearts. (Awww!)
  
  While you're waiting for them to bake in the oven, you take this opportunity to work on your poem again. When of course the fucking doorbell rings again! You grab an axe and make your way to the door.
  
  "I swear if these are those fucking Mormon..." you mutter as you open the door.
  
  "Howdy Doc! Mmm mmm! You got something cooking? Sure smells good! Hey me an' Hugo got some new patient's for ya in our truck! We'll bring 'em in!"
  
  Well it's not Mormons, but it's almost as bad, it's your low life "assistants" Jed and his equally dim brother Hugo. They occasionally show up with some quality stock that they provide for either prescription drugs or money. Such distasteful characters, but sometimes it's unfortunately necessary to associate with such individuals. Of course that doesn't mean you have to like it.
  "Oh for fuck's sake Jed, bring them around the back! We don't need the world to fucking know. Christ you're a pair of fucktards." You say.
  
  You head back to the kitchen and open the back door, as Jed and Hugo bring in a young man writhing in pain due to his arms and legs being completely broken and sticking out of the flesh. They dump him on the floor while you check on your cookies. You grab one and taste it. Hm, still needs some more time.
  
  In the meantime your assistants seem to be having trouble with the other patient they brought. A young pregnant woman comes running through the kitchen not even noticing you and into your living room nearly tripping over her boyfriend, with Hugo and Jed in pursuit.
  
  "Get that bitch Hugo, get that bitch!" Jed shouts.
  "You don't stand a chance girlie! How about you just give up now, and we'll show you a good time before the Doc performs his experiments!" Hugo says as the girl swings a poker at him that she got from the fire place.
  "Woohoo! This one's a fighter! I like that!" Jed says.
  "Get away from me you inbred pieces of shit!" the girl screams.
  
  You sigh and shake your head as you watch this demented Laurel and Hardy routine from the kitchen. You grab your mallet and stealthily sneak up behind her and smash her in the head knocking her unconscious.
  
  "Shitfire Doc, you ain't no fun. Hugo here might be dumber than a pile of shit bricks and twice as smelly, but least he knows how to make them squawk first. Especially when they gots a bun in da oven!"
  
  Of all the impudence! How dare this inbred peckerwood tell you who's the MASTER at inflicting pain!
  
  > let it go
  You resist the temptation to chop your assistants and decide to just verbally abuse them instead.
  
  "Don't fucking tell me how to inflict pain, I know things that would make you shit your trailertrash pants. Now you and your fucking brother get these patients down in the basement and fucking tie them to the extra tables."
  "Even the one we broke his limbs?"
  "What the hell did I just say? YES! HIM TOO! GO!" you yell and smack Jed in the head with your mallet as an added emphasis. "And gag them too! I don't want to be disturbed!"
  
  While Jed and Hugo follow your orders, you work on your poem again. After you finish it, you check on the cookies which are now done.
  
  "Ah yes! Some sweets for my sweet and a love poem to go with it! What better way to show that I care?" you say to yourself. You've always enjoyed the fact that your sister has never expected too much from you in the romantic gift department. She's always been content with your constant obsessive love for her; for she knows if there was anything she desired you'd make no hesitation to get it for her.
  
  You remember one time when you were in the mall and she wanted this really expensive ring she saw in a store, and you couldn't afford it at the time, but she didn't mind. However you could tell she really wanted it, especially when some old bat with too much money came in a few moments later and just bought it and left like it was the easiest thing in the world to fucking do.
  You excused yourself and told sis that you were going to look in the bookstore for awhile. You then followed that old rich bitch to the parking lot, put on some gloves (You're glad it was dark at the time) and choked the fucking shit out of her until her face turned fucking blue and purple. Then you took her keys, opened up the trunk of her car and threw her old ass in there and took the ring from her, returning back to the mall with nobody ever seeing anything.
  And that year on your sister's birthday you presented that very ring to her, she was very surprised and overjoyed by it. She didn't ask how you got it (Though she probably had an idea) she was just glad that you cared enough to get it for her.
  
  And isn't THAT what love's all about?
  
  While you reminisce about that day, sis steps in the front door. You immediately present her with your gifts.
  
  "Happy anniversary baby!" you say
  "What the hell are your inbred assistants' truck doin' here? You know how much I can't fuckin' stand them! I don't even know why you insist on working with such people."
  "Oh they just brought over some new patients and tying them up in the basement. Those fucktards will leave soon. Just think I won't have to go out myself and get new patients for awhile, which means I can spend more time with you." You say holding her.
  "I don't give a fuck. I've had a hard day, I'm tired, and I don't want them here. Get rid of them NOW!" your sister demands.
  
  > Get rid of them
  Well whatever sis wants, she gets.
  
  You go down into the basement to get rid of your assistants; they've been taking way too much time tying up your patients anyway. When you get down there Jed and Hugo seem to be taking "liberties" with your patients!
  
  "What the shit?! GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PATIENTS! These are to further science, not for personal pleasure! Well not for YOUR personal pleasure anyway! Get off!"
  "I was tryin' to doc!" Jed says trying to avoid your beatings to his head and attempting to zip up his pants at the same time.
  
  You prod them both back up the stairs and out the door, when Jed and Hugo get in their truck, Jed suddenly asks for payment.
  
  "Hey doc! What about our payment for bringing you the patients?"
  "Jed you're lucky I even let you fuckin' live! My sister just came in and pitched a bitch about you fucktards being here. Fortunately I'm in an unusually generous mood and you've proven yourselves useful today despite your idiocy." You grab a variety of pills from your pockets and shove them into Jed's hand. "Here! Take these as payment you goddamn junkies and I hope you fuckin' choke on them!"
  
  Jed shakes his head. "You're wrong doc. You ain't right."
  "Get the fuck outta here!" you yell and kick their truck as they leave.
  
  You go back in the house only to find sis asleep on the couch. She looks so peaceful and lovely; you don't want to wake her up. You give a little smile when you see she has your poem in her hand. You give her a kiss on the lips and head back to the basement. You check on your patients, they all look very terrified as they continue to squirm for freedom. Muffled yelps come from the new patients and of course no sound at all comes from your old one.
  
  "No need to fret, the two dirty hillbillies are gone. There won't be any more molestations from them, just pure research. Really that was no way to treat a woman in your condition. You could've had a miscarriage over such a traumatic event.... hmmm, that's an interesting concept. Let's test that." You grab a wicked looking electric saw.
  
  "Ah yes this will do nicely, not to kill, but just to maim a little, perhaps starting by cutting some meat off the shoulder." You look at your other two patients. "Oh don't worry, I haven't forgotten you, everyone will get their turn to provide for science in their own way."
  
  As the saw hits the bone, a muffled scream is emitted. You wish you could hear it in its pristine state, but dear sister is sleeping and you are always considerate to her.
  
  Sometimes sacrificing one's own pleasure is necessary to appease the ones we love.