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*ENTER a young man, in his late teens, currently in the possession of: a rosy face, floppy hair, and hands covered in band-aids*
A very wise man called Stoddard King once said "There’s very little meaning
For a sufferer to be gleaning
When a man attaches 'Doctor' to his name.
He may pound you, he may starve you,
He may cut your hair or carve you,
You have got to call him Doctor all the same!"
But he can't have been very wise because I can cut your hair or pound you or starve you or carve you and I don't get to be called Doctor. Yet.
So instead you all can call me Reuben. Because that is, in fact, my name.
Typist: The long-awaited Syrupspawn. Anyone who knows Michael and Raphael's kids should know who he is, but he's friendly enough to talk to just about anyone and think they're shinycool.
A very wise man called Stoddard King once said "There’s very little meaning
For a sufferer to be gleaning
When a man attaches 'Doctor' to his name.
He may pound you, he may starve you,
He may cut your hair or carve you,
You have got to call him Doctor all the same!"
But he can't have been very wise because I can cut your hair or pound you or starve you or carve you and I don't get to be called Doctor. Yet.
So instead you all can call me Reuben. Because that is, in fact, my name.
Typist: The long-awaited Syrupspawn. Anyone who knows Michael and Raphael's kids should know who he is, but he's friendly enough to talk to just about anyone and think they're shinycool.