
It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we left poor dumb Ben sipping soup that Trudy admitted was, “An old family recipe with my special touch.” We all begged Ben not to drink the soup but like any person with high affiliation needs he totally ignored us. He has some reason for wanting to please Mrs. Worthe, and I don’t think its the fear of losing a digit. Let’s go back and see if Ben is still with us.
“So Ben are you finished with the soup?”
“Uh. Soup? What soup?”
“The soup I gave you not twenty minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, but I think you may have me confused with another patient.”
“This is not a hospital you dolt. What’s that on your chest?”
“Oh. It appears to be a bowl of something with a spoon in it.”
“That’s soup you, idiot. I just gave you that soup.”
“I’m sorry but have we met?”
“What are you trying to pull you little worm. You know very well who I am.”
“Please, Mrs… uh…Miss…uh. I really can’t recall your name, and I don’t recognize your face.”
“Don’t bull shit me you jerk-off. Do you remember your thumb?”
“My thumb. Why yes it is right here. See.”
“Bah. You’re not going to get away with this act. There was nothing in that soup to cause you to lose your memory.”
“So what was in the soup?”
“A little something to help you relax.”
“Relax? Like what little something?”
“A little soothing syrup is all.”
“Tell me what it is.”
“Why the hell should I?”
“I dumped the soup under the bed. You are a despicable human being, and I will punch you in the face if you don’t tell me.”
“Oh, brave man huh?”
“What was in the soup you old bag.”
“Let go of me, Ben. It was cocaine.”
“Cocaine? You dumb bitch. Cocaine makes me infuriated. So angry I can’t control myself.”
“Ben you’re hurting me. You said you dumped the soup.”
“Yeah but I had that spoonful, and that could be enough to make me want to kill you.”
B-Ben. I c-can’t breathe. P-please, stop. P-please.






Wednesday Story Time again. Last week we were surprised to find out that Father Lightfoot was, in fact, a FBI agent. I think Ben is in a bit of hot water since he unloaded the fact that he had planned to blow up the Student Union. I’m not sure but to the agent, this might sound like terrorism. Let’s go back to the hospital and see what is happening next.
