If there’s one thing that Matron likes, it’s a good clean mental facility. Apparently section 14 is a spotless triumph, clean enough to manufacture the circuitry in my head. Although I’ve never been in there, I guess I’m living proof that the quality of the chip manufacture is top notch and error free.
Sadly, that can’t be said for any of the other sections. Section 27b for example (the place where they clone washed up B list celebrities from the 1980s) is pretty atrocious. My heart sank today when Matron told me it was my task to give it a good scrub, so to keep my spirits high, I made sure I had a deluxe pack of 47 broccoli pills at hand.
Initially things were going well.
I managed to sneak past at least 14 Bob carolgees’s before they started wiggling their moustaches and the throng of Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee’s were mesmerised by my giant interlocking metal hoops. I only had a couple of metres to go before I reached the cleaning cupboard when a stray Debbie managed to dazzle me with her sequin leotard. Momentarily blinded, I was forced off target and ended up feeling altogether woozy as I stumbled into the human cloning machinery.
It was ace. Best thing that’s ever happened to me. Especially now that my head feels altogether more spacious after the machine crashed when cloning my brain. Good job that Matron was savvy enough to program it to share things equally between the two er… “results” if things go wrong. Splendid.
With two me’s, the B list celebrities didn’t stand a chance. I swallowed half the broccoli pills each and was able to start the vacuuming whilst simultaneously the other I could distract the celebs with the promise of a new Saturday night prime-time TV show.
That’s when I made a schoolboy vacuuming error. In an effort to speed things along, I turned up the power for a bit of industrial strength carpet sucking…
*sigh*
Third time this week I’ve vacuumed myself up.
I drink lead paint 