Yiruma - When The Love Falls (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVeD9b8cgow#)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.klast.net/bond/images/connery99.jpg)</div><br/>"Ah, Mr. Amicavahl," the doctor hesitated after butchering a Romance-language remnant and leaving Latin for dead.  Clemenza took his broken-name in stride and smiled it away as if sloughing the mortal coil could be as easy as shedding a snake's skin.  "Ah, sir, the complexity of your condition is significant and it appears to be beyond our capability to treat at this facility.  I would like you to submit for psychiatric evaluation and some general testing."<em>I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.</em>"Physically, however, you seem to be as fit as a fiddle.  I'm happy to report that your cholesterol is low, your blood-pressure is well within its normal ranges, your heart and lungs appear to be healthy and surprisingly youthful."<br/><br/>"This is the problem," he drawled with an upturned finger that pointed to his head.<br/><br/>"Well we don't know that yet, Mr. Amic," the doctor was obviously stymied.  "Sir, that's why we're proposing that you be transferred to another facility that is better suited to testing such things."  The doctor was as generic as he could possibly be.  With a white lab coat, dark hair, glasses, a nondescript nose, and a face that defined "unnoticeable" he scanned the clipboard with an increasingly furrowed brow as if slowly digesting the contents held therein.<br/><br/>His bare feet were a little chilly and the robin's egg blue hospital gown left his entire back exposed.  A lesson in humility was part and parcel to a hospital visit.  "I would, of course, submit to such tests."<br/><br/>The doctor squinted salubriously as though he could wring the last of his carrot's vitamin-A from a new pair of bifocals.  "Would you mind expounding upon your symptoms please?  It says here that your Gob... "he stopped and eyed the old man incredulously.<br/><br/>"Gobstopper, yes, it hasn't tasted as sweet as I remember."  Clem responded with pleasant naivete.  "And, as I'm sure a man of your education and stature can understand, after conferring with the representative at Wonka Enterprises and lodging a formal complaint right beneath his gums I'm left to question the everlasting nature of such a sweet specimen."<br/><br/>"Mmhm."<br/><br/>"Initially I begged the question 'do Gobstoppers dream of confectionery sheep?' but now it seems the responsibility lies solely on my taste buds or, perhaps, my brains interpretation of the bio-electric signals they are sending."  Clem arose swiftly belying his youthful nature while wearing such a venerable countenance and approached the doctor with startling alacrity.  With his hairy, bear ass hanging out of the hospital gown, the cold, sterile walls reflecting futility back into his plea's reflection.  Herr doktor, visibly shaken, taken aback, and excepting of his personal-space debacle listened plaintively with a raised eyebrow and a ready backpedal.  "There's something terribly wrong here.  Can't you feel it?  There's nothing out there!  Nothing!"  He gripped the doctor's arms with the strength of a younger man and eyed him warily.  "You feel it too don't you?"  His voice lowered and he looked about with a furtive gesture, "tis okay, I'll keep it to myself.  No need to alarm the flock."<br/><br/>Over the man's shoulder he could have sworn, had he not induced a sugar-high, that he had just seen the folded wings and lissome form of a cherubic host.<br/><br/>"Wait, what kind of hospital is this?" Clemenza hissed suspiciously.