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Date:         Mon, 14 Feb 1994 18:35:01 JST
Reply-To:     WRITERS <WRITERS@NDSUVM1.BITNET>
Sender:       WRITERS <WRITERS@NDSUVM1.BITNET>
From:         Mike Barker <barker@AEGIS.OR.JP>
Subject:      SUB: Come On, Guys

(probably somewhat offensive language... at least.)

here you go Ernie!  This one's for you!

tink
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                             Come On, Guys
                       Copyright 1994 Mike Barker

    The shitpress wasn't the best way to spend an afternoon.
    But when the war chewed men's bodies, some were left without any
choices.
    So the attendants picked up Ernie Presley, Serial Number
911-50-4798, Permanent Disability, Bed 497, Wing 29, Veteran's Hospital
77, swung what was left of him between their arms, and settled him into
the press.  They didn't even notice him dribbling on his bib, so many of
the inmates did it.
    The attendants switched on the hydraulics, connected up the tubes,
and left him, with a glance and a muttered invocation of the ritual "if
you have any reaction to the process, please speak clearly into the
microphone."
    Ernie hadn't been there, mentally, for enough years that they never
expected an answer, just got coffee and cigarettes, then came back in
the evening when the collected fecal matter had been worked out of him,
ran the shower head over him quickly to finish, and took him back to his
bunk.
    So the door swung shut even as the hydraulics started slamming into
his abdomen, just before his eyelids blinked and slammed open, and his
mouth spread in the first silent scream as the memories were forced up
while the intestinal blockages were forced down.
    The P.O.W. camp commander had hit him just like that.
    The P.O.W. camp guards had locked his arms in place just like that.
    And the pain as his legs were pulled out, and his hips crushed, and
his life turned into a medical miracle was just like that.
    The hydraulics pounded away.
    And Ernie began screaming, as he did every week, when the shitpress
started its work.
    The attendant listened for a moment, then turned the volume down and
sipped his coffee.
    "Jeez, you'd think the guy was being hurt or something instead of
getting the shit cleaned out."
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ernie presley
- I know I'm new here but geez if nothing else slam the shit out of me
- for such meaningless dribble, or something...at least respond...hey, is
- this thing on? hello?  anyone....
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