“Give it to me straight, doctor. What is it?”

“Oh, it’s a stupid cancer.”

“Cancer? Jeez… you sure gave it to me straight. What type is it?”

“I’ve told you already. Stupid.”

“Hey now, I may be a little slow but don’t call me stupid.”

“You’re not understanding me. You have cancer of the stupid.”

“What? Cancer of the stupid?”

“Yes, you’ve got a huge tumor right in the middle of your stupidity.”

“What’s my prognosis?”

“Two to three months.”

“I’m going to die in two to three months?”

“No, your stupidity will have been completely eaten away in two to three months.”

“Then what?”

“You’ll become a genius.”

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