[M.O.M]

JK woke up and immediatley poured his money into his wallet and rushed to the M.A.S.H clinic.

He burst through the doors and skidded to a halt at the front desk where there was a vykker, a relativly ugly one it almost could compete with the big bro that almost killed him.

"Yes?" it schreeched

"I'm here for the steroid treatment." gasped JK.

"Through there" it schreeched as its clawed hand jabbed to a double door.

JK took a deep breath and walked in to see a hunched back of a vykker studieng a saw which was stained brown with blood and rust.

"Excuse me" JK said

the vykker turned round, this one wasnt as ugly but still JK's stomach turned. The vykker was wearing a lamp on its head.

"And you are here for?" he asked in a quite subtle but scratchy voice.

"I'm here for the steroid treatment" Grinned JK.

"ahh....may i have the payment." JK gave the doc the money. "Lie down" said the vykker as he batted a worn out operating table.

As Jk lied down a large needle started coming towards his neck,

"Isn't there a sedative he asked nevously"

"This IS the sedative" cackled the vykker

The needle was getting closer and closer then it stopped about 1cm from JK's neck, he sighed.

another machine started up, it was two mechanical arms, they grabbed hold of each leg and yanked the pants of him.
JK took one last look at his pants as the needle rammed itself into his neck...he passed out.



He woke up, his eyes were blurry. He tried to sit up but he couldn't he looked at his wrists there were two large shacklesbounding his muscular arms down and a large shacle around his waist.

"Why the shackles doc?" came his deep voice.

"They are for your protection, I will remove them in 30 minutes...it has been known for sligs to have huge spasm fits!"

"Why are my eye's blurry?"

"Ahh yes I almost forgot!" JK turned his head too look at the doc, the doc pushed a button, JK looked up too see a large mask coming down onto his face.

the mask locked into place and JK could see again.




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