There were very few things in the world that Doctor Malcolm J Practise had not experienced. True, he had never climbed Mount Everest, sailed around the world or made love to a woman, but he considered those things minimalist anyway. Malcolm saw himself as a big thinker.
And so he was thinking very heavily as he jogged along the foggy, trash can laden inner streets of his town. He had previously stopped by the house of Mrs Kensings - she had given herself incredible second degree burns by, apparently, attempting to invent the diet counterpart to cherry coke. However, he was surprised at her sudden recovery when he arrived and she opened the door. She seemed more than happy to be rid of him, despite the
forming blisters on her hands.
And so he was thinking very heavily - oh, I already said that. Anyway, his thoughts weighed heavily on his brow. Questions like, why do you drive in a parkway and park in a driveway? Who will win the cola war? And how is it that I've never managed to score even with the offer of money?
Of course, it was because that, unbeknownst to Malcolm, he was a split personality. He had a Mr Hyde side to his Dr Malcolm. And his alter ego loved to play around in trash cans.
That's right. Malcolm couldn't get within fifty feet of a woman because he smelt.
Malcolm noticed the garbage truck just ahead of him. He unconsciously increased his pace and immediately ran past it. However, the smell of the garbage seemed to trigger strangle, deeply hidden urges within him....
WOULD MALCOLM TURN INTO HIS SPLIT PERSONALITY? WILL HE EVER BE CURED? AND WHAT THE HECK HAS THIS GOT TO DO WITH JACOB REMMINGTON ANYWAY? STAY TUNED FOR MORE....
