Doctor! Doctor! I'm only Spleens!

The man came running in to the doctor's office.

I've already written an article about a man running in to a doctor's office.

He said "Doctor! Doctor! I'm only spleens!"

"What?" asked the doctor, who was made of Goat Cheese.

"LOOK!!!" said the man, removing his shirt, "TAKE AN X-RAY!!!"

"I can't," said the doctor, "I'm a slice of goat cheese. I don't have the intelligence to operate an x-ray machine. Besides, I'm made of goat cheese."

"EVERY ORGAN IN MY BODY IS A SPLEEN!" screamed the spleen man. "My eyes are SPLEENS!" There were two spleens lodged in his eye sockets where eyes should have been. "I was like this when I woke up this morning. SPLEENS! My tongue is a SPLEEN now!" he stuck out his tungue which wasn't a tungue. It was a SPLEEN.

The doctor was a slice of goat cheese, which is very wacky.

"Every organ inside my body is a spleen!" said the spleen man. "I have a chest full of spleens. Nothing else. Incidentally, what IS a spleen?"

The doctor was unresponsive.

The spleen man burst in to tears. Except the tears that flowed from his eyes weren't tears. They were spleens. He was crying spleens. So I should have written that the man burst into spleens.

Burst into Spleens. What a disturbing phrase. I bet you would have been happier if you'd gone through your life without ever being exposed to a phrase as disturbing as "burst into spleens." I'm sorry to have added a burden to your life.

But then again, <<insert crappy attempt to be philosophical and deep here>>.

Art wombat.