“I’m weak! I’m an old man and I can’t stand up on my own. If I do manage to get to my feet, I’ll be blown back down by a single moth fart! I have a special inhaler so that I can take enough of a breath to use my regular inhaler. If I were stuck in a wet paper bag, it’d be a prison. My circulation is so sluggish, it’s an insult to slugs. You can actually see dust when I wheeze! It’ll be a pleasure when He finally lets me go. *Cough* Is that my aneurysm blowing?”
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