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           TheblackboysstokethesuckingpinkmouthsoftheVegetablesashadetoofastforswallowing,andtheMechanicalSoftsqueezesoutdowntheirlittleknobsofchinsontothegreens.TheblackboyscusstheVegetablesandreamthemouthsbiggerwithatwistingmotionofthespoon,likecoringarottenapple:"Thisol’fartBlastic,he’scomin’topiecesbefo’myveryeyes.Ican’ttellnomoreifI’mfeedinghimbaconpureeorchunksofhisownfuckin’tongue."...

           Seven-thirtybacktothedayroom.TheBigNurselooksoutthroughherspecialglass,alwayspolishedtillyoucan’ttellit’sthere,andnodsatwhatshesees,reachesupandtearsasheetoffhercalendaronedayclosertothegoal.Shepushesabuttonforthingstostart.Ihearthewharrupofabigsheetoftinbeingshooksomeplace.Everybodycometoorder.Acutes:sitonyoursideofthedayroomandwaitforcardsandMonopolygamestobebroughtout.Chronics:sitonyoursideandwaitforpuzzlesfromtheRedCrossbox.Ellis:gotoyourplaceatthewall,handsuptoreceivethenailsandpeerunningdownyourleg.Pete:wagyourheadlikeapuppet.Scanlon:workyourknobbyhandsonthetableinfrontofyou,constructingamake-believebombtoblowupamake-believeworld.Harding:begintalking,wavingyourdovehandsintheair,thentrapthemunderyourarmpitsbecausegrownmenaren’tsupposedtowavetheirprettyhandsthatway.Sefelt:beginmoaningaboutyourteethhurtingandyourhairfallingout.Everybody:breathin...andout...inperfectorder;heartsallbeatingattheratetheODcardshaveordered.Soundofmatchedcylinders.

           Likeacartoonworld,wherethefiguresareflatandoutlinedinblack,jerkingthroughsomekindofgoofystorythatmightberealfunnyifitweren’tforthecartoonfiguresbeingrealguys...