Mickey. I am an old man, and you are like 40 years old somehow, and I just have one thing to beg of you. Please. Please stop hitting my IV bag. Mickey, no. Now you've knocked it on the floor and I am no longer being sustained by it. Mickey, no. Now you've knocked away the call button so I can't call a nurse. Mickey, no. You are suffocating me with your body. Was this your plan? Is this why you lived so long?
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