Then the shit hit the fan. Joanne was picked up on the side of the highway wearing her bra, her panties, her white sneakers, and four twenty-dollar bills shoved up her ass. She was stoned so she broke down and told the whole story to an over-the-edge cop who had been snorting cocaine in his car and taking nips off a pint of Wild Irish Rose while patrolling. He did a few more lines, finished the pint and went nuts. With Joanne in the can, he went to Carl’s house and kicked open the door. Carl ran forward and was greeted with a shotgun blast to the chest. He splattered against the wall spilling blood and guts all over the white carpet. Steve and Arnold were passing a blunt back and forth on the couch. Each of them received a shotgun blast to the face, one two. He dropped the shotgun and drew his pistol. He saw terry watching Full House in the den and just walked up to him and shot him in the temple. Then he came after Dean. Dean immediately darted out of the room and ran down the street tearing his clothes off and throwing them in the street. Soon he was naked. Shots buzzed by his ears and torso but none hit, he was headed for Jacobs Field where he jumped the turnstile and ran into the stadium, chased by security guards. He ran down the stairs and then onto the field, naked.
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"And we have a streaker ladies and gentlemen, moving onto the infield between second and first and into the outfield, the Indians and the Rangers keep playing! Matt Lawton at bat, 2-3. Swings, hits it in the air it’s going, going! Holy shit it hit the streaker in the head and he’s out! Matt Lawton hits a two-run single hitting the ball in the air, it lands on the streaker’s head and knocks him out cold! I’ve never seen anything like this before!"
The security guards dragged dean, out cold, beaned by a baseball, off the field.
A few days later standing in court with bandage on his head, Dean was nervous as the judge spoke to him.
"Using drugs and alcohol on probation, not taking medication, hanging out in a drug house, sex with an underage girl, and streaking across Jacobs Field. There’s not much more we can do for you if you refuse to work with us, and jail isn’t an option anymore. I hereby remand you to the Clearview Experimentory Laboratory.”
Dean didn’t know what the hell the judge was talking about. Some police took him into a holding cell where six scientists stood, one holding a briefcase. Without saying a word the scientist laid the briefcase on the table, took out a syringe, walked over to Dean and injected something into his neck. Dean felt lightheaded, then fell to the floor.
He awoke in a bed being fed by an IV in a ward with other patients. He looked to his left, and saw a man lying there with a glass tube attached to his forehead with small thin nails. From the end of it came a wire which ran to a device that lay humming on a table nearby. His brain-damage eyes hung open while a rope of drool fell out of his open mouth and darkened the cloth of his hospital robe. To his right lay a man nude, covered in surgery scars. He had no eyes, no fingers, no toes. All over his torso were crescent-shaped incisions. A nurse came in and gave Dean a pill, and he slept.
Awakening to four doctors that immediately grabbed him and put straps on his ankles and wrists, pulling his body tight. He lay on a steel cot in a surgery room. Soon a man picked up a scalpel and cut open Dean’s side, without any anesthesia. Dean began to scream as the man cut deeper and deeper, while another sprayed the incision with water. After fifteen minutes of screaming and crying, the surgeon removed Dean’s kidney, hung it in front of Dean’s face a moment until a couple of drops of blood fell on his forehead, then put it in a plastic bag. They then sewed him up, with stitches, again without any anesthesia. He was injected with something, then went black and woke up later with the same IV in his arm.
A pill. He was sore, and soon a nurse came in and injected him again, minutes later, he was out. He awoke hanging in mid-air in a slender steel pipe full of holes. He rocked, back and forth, back and forth. Soon a searing pain filled his ass when a small rod shot out of one of the holes with a hot needle in it and stabbed the skin of his ass. An unknown amount of time later another rod shot out of another hole and punctured his armpit. Soon he knew the routine. At any given time and at any given place, somewhere on his body would be punctured by a hot needle. Droplets of blood rolled down his body. He was sore all over after an hour. Soon he was terrified as to where the next puncture would be. Soon it sped up and became even more random. He winced at the sheer pain, grew dizzy, then blacked out, awakening in the bed to a doctor who injected him again.
Dean was now swooning and nearly unable to function. The next bizarre experiment that was performed on him was that he was wrapped in gauze, a bicycle helmet was placed on his head and he was fired out of a cannon into a plastic wading pool full of lime jello. He awoke to find himself on another steel table in a brightly lit room with a doctor drilling a hole into his skull. Dean began to scream but soon the hole was drilled. Some odd cylindrical computer chip was inserted, followed by a plastic output where something could be plugged in. He was then laid down on a table, and a wire was plugged into his head. Following that, two men proceeded to cover the bulk of his body in huge black leeches. They then left the room. Dean lay there shivering, listening to the leeches suck blood through the holes in his skin. He lay there for hours, too terrified to speak, to scream, to breathe. He became delirious from blood loss, laughed hysterically for about fifteen minutes, then became woozy and passed out. He awoke in the same bed feeling weak, disoriented and hungry, because they fed him with an IV. After being injected, he found himself hanging upside down in a dark room completely naked. Someone splashed him with white powder and then three men would blast him around the room like a tetherball with a firehouse all laughing hysterically throughout. This went on for fifteen minutes, Dean’s arms bound behind his back with handcuffs, and oddly he felt no cold. The fire hoses stopped and he was splashed with white powder, then the fire hoses started back up again. This routine went on for a couple of hours, then he was lowered to the ground where a lollypop was shoved into his mouth. He was then injected with some sort of medicine, and passed out.
the next experiment consisted of a lobotomized patient sitting on his bed slapping him in the face over and over again until he got bored and went to stare at the light flowing in through the grated window. Eventually they came and got him, throwing him into a padded room with three horny gorillas that would either masturbate or try to assrape him. He dived around the room like a fish out of water, pushing the docile gorillas aside as they grabbed for him. But he eventually got too tired fighting with them, and one of them took him down. They all raped him one after another as his blood-curdling screams bounced off the padded walls. After the rapes the doors opened and the gorillas were shot with tranquilizers. The shooter thought a moment, then shot Dean as well, dragging him and his bloody asshole into a white hallway. He awoke on a table in a strait jacket. Doctors began to saw his scalp off. Dean shook wildly. The doctor cut into Dean’s brain, removing a small portion and dropping it into a bedpan at his feet. He then put a small steel plate over the brain, and then put the scalp back on stapling it to his head with a packaging stapler. His next abasement was much much worse. He was strapped down to a dentist’s chair. One by one, and without anesthesia, each one of his teeth was ripped from his skull and dropped into a tin pan. They waited for five minutes in between each pull, and afterwards, his teeth were drilled into a necklace, that was put around his neck.
