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2002-05-29 - 1:00 p.m. i swear, frankenbubbsy and charon, the one-eyed newt, are driving me crazy. you know those darkly remixed new wave dance hits charon likes to "listen" to? well, frankenbubbsy, the newly-discovered superb irish tenor, has decided to join in on the fun. the only thing is, frankenbubbsy, well, to put it mildly, has been out of the loop for some time, so he doesn't know any of the words to those aforementioned dance hits. so for the past three hours i've been stuck in here while charon squeals and groans and frankenbubbsy tries to match the tune of "tainted love" with the words from "good-bye my coney island babe." i'm in hell. and don't think that i haven't tried to escape this caterwalling either. the thing is, i can't leave my room because dr. lambtree locked me in after he found me in the kitchens digging for the wheels from my electric scooter in a vat of greenbean casserole. and the only reason i was looking there in the first place is because somebody (who's name will remain undisclosed, let's just say he has really poor depth perception) told me he was sure they were in there because he saw a mysterious lunch lady leave my room with a package clutched under her arm during the wee hours of the morning. but dr. lambtree didn't care. he just sent me up here and said i couldn't have any dessert with dinner. but that's fine with me, because while i was in the kitchens i noticed we're having cherry cobbler for dessert, which is never that good anyway, but when i checked it before i made my way to the greenbean casserole it looked particularly unappealing. hey, i just noticed that the band-aid from my toe is missing. i wonder where it could have gone?
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