Well, sir, it seems as though, judging from these x-rays, that you have no head. Had you properly filled out the patient applications, this might have been diagnosed long ago. To write my name in yellow snow. Disco Stu looks on as his Disco Dancin clan leaves him. He must now carry on the disco name alone as he wanders the savahnah searching for food.
Money is also welcome.
And do NOT ask me if you can have my stuff. It's annoying always having to say no. I'm going to put the email of the next person who asks me for any of my Disco guys up on the main page for everyone to spam. Thank you, and have a nice day.