Feeling Difficult by Nicholas, in the Boxing Ring

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Benjamin, or as his friends called him, Benjamin, (the bell has just rung and already you managed to pull a fast one on me, and I think, haha, yeah, that was a lucky one, let me hope that this doesn't go on. I think, Okay, i will let THIS one fly)

awoke one morning feeling difficult. He decided to go to the emergency room to get some kind of diagnosis for his inexplicable difficult feeling. (a jab I did not see, oh okay, I was able to take that one and I still go on)

The nurse escorted him to the nearest operating room. She took his temperature, his blood pressure, and his heartbeat. When he asked for them back, she scoffed in his general direction. (this one came as a BIG surprise to me. I staggered. For a split second I thought this was going to be the end but I snap back into the game).

The surgeon then entered the room, holding a gavel and having a diagnosis taped to his back. (this strike passes right by me!)

He pulled on a pair of gardening gloves and grabbed an electric turkey shearer. He extended his left hand to the nurse, who placed a large trunk in it. Benjamin asked for a toothpick to get the anesthesia out of his teeth. The trunk was rediculously (not as quick as your other strikes, also...ridiculously says I, dripping sweat)

large-it must have been attatched (attached says me, getting a breather)

to an enormous elephant at some point. (but then your comeback--of the fist variety; I have a stupid look on my face but shake myself back into focus.)

The surgeon placed it on a small, metal tray and held his hand out to the nurse again. she placed an electrical outlet in it, and he plugged the shearer into it.

The doctor then requested electricity, which the nurse bottled out of her home. She gave him a jar of "super cherry" flavored bottled lightning, and he threw it against the wall. He then shook his fist at Benjamin, and knocked him into next week. Benjamin cursed him, because he was now a week behind schedule. (I am wobbly and it appears it may soon end for the poor me,though I do get some hope being that I've seen this punch before the being knocked into next week bit... and have learned to anticipate that one specific jab, the others however have all caught me and have indeed piled up.).

At this point, the reader walked in. the reader read about the time Benjamin awoke feeling difficult in the city newspaper. Benjamin shook the reader's hand right off of the reader's wrist. The reader put an imaginary gun up to Benjamin's face, and pulled the imaginary trigger. As the imaginary bullet sped toward Benjamin, he decided to get out of the way. He pushed the reader into the path of an imaginary train. (knock out!!!)

After the reader had gone, Benjamin slapped the nurse into last week, giving him a full seven days to retrieve his temperature, blood pressure, and heartbeat. He couldn't find the diagnosis, however, because it was terminally ill with the common cold and had realized that life is not worth living without a diagnosis, and jumped out of an imaginary plane. (can't give any comment on this last part because I am already currently knocked out. At this point it would be hitting a dead horse, except, there is no way I can be a horse as I am typing this. Horses have hooves and humans have fingers. With those fingers, humans type, whereas horses are not able to type.)