There's a Southern saying that describes him: "You jus' ain't right." A very kewl guy.

Fasting overnight, more blood letting and pissing in the morning then the meds start. I was gonna tell them to expect an emaciated body delivered by ambulance and then they could suck out the last of my bodily fluids.


NOT MY BLOOD! NOT MY BLOOD! We're the Resistance! We can go underground!
(Yeah, I know it's friggin' Cruise, but I was desperate for material)