“Alright. Inside of you, there are two cockroaches. One of them is dead, and the other is dancing.”

“Cockroaches? Ew… Take them out, right away.”

“No, no, no. You don’t understand. I was speaking metaphorically.”

“Why are you speaking meteorically? I said give it to me straight.”

“Alright, it’s metaphorically, not meteorically, but let’s forget the cockroaches.”

“I’m afraid I can’t. You’ve painted quite the picture.”

“Okay, I’ll put away brushes, paint, and easel now.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll give it to you straight. You’ve got cancer.”

“Okay. I don’t know where you were going with your cockroach metaphor. At any rate, that’s a relief.”

“It is quite serious. Why do you call it a relief?”

“I thought you’d say I have explosive diarrhea.”

“No, but judging by the trail of shit behind me… that’s what I have.”

“Hahaha!”

“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you. With the chemo you’re about to get, you’ll get a good idea of the explosive diarrhea experience. Hahaha!”

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“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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