Nothing Good Can Come Of This
“By Her Majesty the Queen!” exclaimed my butler, Montgomery. “Where did that come from?”
“What, this?” I said, referring to the nearly 2-foot-long slimy white thing cupped in my left hand. “Straight out of my nose. Pretty cool, eh?”
“Good lord,” he said. “You do know that’s a tapeworm, right?”
“What?” I said.
“A tapeworm. Wot wot.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, quite positive. I saw loads of them during the Falklands campaign. Usually coming out of the natives’ anuses, however. Never heard of one coming out of a nose before. Pip pip.”
“Jesus.”
“Indeed.”
With that, I hightailed it over to Doc Steinbrau’s offices, where I was given a battery of tests and medicines. Hopefully he’ll call soon with an update. A man in my position certainly can’t have tapeworms dropping out of his nose during business meetings, after all. Wish me luck.
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