Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 17:22:00 GMT -6
Three days before Rumble in the Bronx
God...DAMN!! Doc Rosen swapped everything out?
Hope y'all weren't eating before you copped that grisly opening image. A massive, grotesque surgical scar, running all the way for the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae mergers with an even grislier incision that encompasses the entire back of her skull, which, has been replaced by a titanium alloy custom plate.
Oh, it gets better. As Tony stares on, a team of physicians from Rosen Industries start injecting needles the length of butter knives into pre-perforated points along the subject's spinal column. It's a smorgasbord of medicinal cocktails, anti-inflammatories, anti-organ rejection drugs, hormone balancers, anti-biotics, and concentrated vitamin supplements usually reserved for severe starvation victims. The medley of medications alone are costing the company nearly $20,000 a month. And every milligram is necessary to keep Dianna Bicks, aka...
Kid Cannabis; resurrected EWC legend, and arguably one of the strangest medical experiments in the history of medical experiments, alive and pimpin'!
If this were anybody else on Earth, this whole experience would be traumatic, incomprehensible, and a custom made excuse to go completely insane. But, this is Can, folks...
Weird shit's pretty much this cat's M.O. He turned himself black for nearly 3 years, and did a stint in another fed dressed like Ronald MacDonald. This is just another exhibit in the weird museum for him.
Understandably, Tony Savage is a bit weirded out.
I saw your body, man. You...you got absolutely crushed by that car...
Massive blunt force trauma to nearly 60% of my body, dozens of internal hemorrhages; yeah, I read the coroner's report...
Gotta say; love the funeral you and Cass set up. Loved the suit, too. Gun-metal Mohair; that is so me..ow! Dammit, doc, what the hell?
Ach! Mein apologies Herr, I mean, Frau Cannabis!!
The proof's already been presented to you; MRI's, EKG, blood type. I already passed every freakin' lie detector test the feds and the medical community's thrown at me. Hell, I don't blame you; I STILL don't believe it myself.
Even though you volunteered for this years ago?
Hey, I thought it was like that option to donate organs on the driver's license form. I thought I'd be donating my eyeballs to poor kids or some old lady with cataracts...*looks back at Rosen*...
I didn't think I'd be the floor model for Victoria Von Frankenstein's new Weird Science line-up.
Geez Louise, Mike; it's not my fault you couldn't comprehend the fine print on the contract...
Woman, God couldn't have comprehended that mish-mash of legalese bullshit; that form was so convoluted, it made the plot to Lost look like instructions on how to cook a Pop-Tart...*ow*
Lesson learned: Never sign a consent form concocted by a reformed evil Jewish mastermind while blitzed shit-sideways off 2 for 1 hurricanes during happy hour.
Glad somebody's finding humor in this shit. It's bad enough that Cass's health is fucked up, and I gotta face Jaden's punk ass, but...this!! This, man...this is just...fucking wrong!! When you're dead, you're supposed to be dead. And where the hell did you get that body, Rosen, huh? What poor fucking girl had to die so HE could keep the party going?
Tony, she was already brain dead before the procedure took place. We didn't have a whole lot of time to work with. She was perfect for our purposes; same blood type, excellent physiology, plus, her family signed the waivers...
Oh, so a consent form and a few bucks make it okay to rip a person's soul out of their body and use their shell like a fucking Muppet. This shit is SO fucking you, Mike...
Not waiting for the doctor to disinfect the injection points, Cannabis jumps down from the examination table and his...hers...whatever it is...their eyes burn heat ray vision through Tony.
Okay, you persnickety okra-eating asshole...
1.I didn't plan on being a fucking guinea pig, and I sure as shit didn't plan on "ruining" your life or your vibe. You think your shit's sideways, pal...
Not only am I now a fucking freak of nature who's probably going to be a target of persecution from every organization religion and medical establishment for the rest of my God knows how long life, and a target for every government and corporations looking to make a buck or advance their own research projects...
I pretty much have to start all over again in the personal relationship department. You think my family, my would've been wife wants to be associated with something they think is a complete and utter abomination to what they believe in? You think I liked Angel looking at me like a circus freak and dropping her wedding band on the ground, running away in tears?
Shit...I didn't...
Zip it, hayseed, I'm not fucking done yet...
2.Did it ever occur to you what myself and Rosen did might've been for something bigger than our fucking selves? think about it, Tony...
The world's first successful full brain transplant, Savage. Think about the ramifications of it. We've helped advance medical research DECADES, man! 10, 20 years from now, this procedure could save thousands...millions of lives every year!
Or ruin them...
What's so taboo about this, T? Every day, people get organ transplants. Your ticker or liver give out; you can swap it out for a new one. We're not doing anything much different than what you do every time you put on that badge and those gun holsters; we're saving lives.
Not to mention the billions we'll be racking up over the years...
Not the right place and time for that, old buddy of mine...
3. Get the fuck over it! It happened. This is reality, okay? You think this is fucked up for you...WHY DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH NOW?!!
*takes a moment to breath, then*
Look, didn't mean to get salty with you, Tony, but, things are the way they are, and we can't change it, no matter what we believe or how much we wish it wasn't. I can't imagine how much of a shock this is, but...
I'm still your friend, man. I'll always be your friend...
Are you? Shit; at this point, I can't tell if you're just some broad full of shit...
Or even human at all anymore.
Ragged looking and frayed to the last nerve, Tony just shakes his head and walks towards the doors out of the laboratory.
Tony...please don't go...
I need air. I need time to digest this. And I need to see my girlfriend. You know, the one your mad scientist buddy's party pals operated on? Need to make sure they didn't do some crazy shit to her, like sew monkeys asses to her, or add extra parts that don't belong...
Or considering what you freaks just accomplished, that you didn't swap out the woman I love with someone else!
He's gone, and Can is just mournfully shaking her head.
He's a pleasant one, isn't he?
Sometimes I wonder if I should've just stayed clear after you brought me back. Bad enough Cass nearly losing her ability to have kids is fucking him up...
I just put his career and sanity in jeopardy.
So, what now?
*huffs* I don't know, Amy. This is brand new territory for all of us. Tony's a really stable guy, almost too rigid for his own good. This, having his world flipped upside down...
Who the hell knows how that ship will sail in uncharted waters.
TBC