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The new orderly stared at the aged, rotting frame of the once-great actress now in the maddening throws of dementia. He wiped the spittle off her palsy-stricken face. Her voice sounded like rusty knives being scratched against a blackboard. "General, you served my father in the clone wars..." Carrie's usually listless and emaciated frame suddenly clawed at the air furiously, "We're on a diplomatic mission to Alderon!" The new orderly jumped back, startled at the spastic gesticulations of the wheelchair-bound princess.
The other orderly could sense the anxiety in the newcomer. "Don't worry newbie. You'll get used to it. Carrie's so far gone we're lucky she can even speak. Watch this: Hey! Hey, 'princess' - what say we go check out the carbonite freezing chamber after "Matlock" is over, huh?" He laughed. Carrie began to squirm and cough up fleshy, glistening, rainbow-colored bits of phlegm all over the new orderly.
*Gaaak* "Han...we must save Han!"
The veteran orderly continued laughing. Wiping the gelatinous, protein-based matter from his smock, the neophyte was clearly having doubts about his co-workers and his choice to pursue a career in geriatric care. He then heard voices down the hall uttering more familiar dialogue.
"Get in there you big oaf, I don't care what you smell!"
Startled, the newbie turned to his co-worker, "Is Harrison Ford here, too?"
His partner was walking away and ruefully shaking his head in disbelief, not even bothering to look back as he replied, "No, that's just Simmons and Barker fighting over who gets to clean up Mr. O'Malley again. Apparently he's shit himself right on schedule. Christ, I can't believe it's only 11AM. We still have to feed these God-dammed fuckers jello and tomato soup in less than an hour."
Date Written: February 11, 2004
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