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So, this story is not for the faint of heart or the easily grossed out. I have an abcess under my arm. I thought that it was just an ingrown hair from shaving, but no. This thing took on a life of it's own and got big and red and angry and poofy. I named it Marla because in Fight Club the lead character says "If I had a tumor I would name it Marla" and for right now, my Marla is the closest thing I have to a tumor so that's that. And as a side not, one night when I was really pissed off at the girl who will not leave us alone ever (and when she's with us she's not nice and she farts and is rude and treats my best friends like they are lower) I made a story about faking my own death centered around Marla. So Marla has been very cathartic in that way. However, as Marla got bigger, I started to worry about her so I took her to the infermary and was told that she was an abcess and was given an anti-biotic, Marvin, to take. Marvin and Marla have a very bad relationship and I get caught in the middle of it. Marvin comes in the form of a very smelly green pill that must be taken 4 times a day. Two times a day this consumption makes me feel very ill. This is because Marla is sad that Marvin is making her leave. And to add to it, if Marla has not vacated by Monday morning, I have to have her 'numbed and nicked' I would like to avoid that. Anyway, that is the story of Marla.