THE YELLOWING white collar slides across the back of the Doctor’s generous neck like a tightening Boa Constrictor.

He gulps a breath and continues to scrub, scrub, SCRUB.

Fingers a blur of frothy red bubbles under the cranky faucet. The mashing of his fleshy hands send little shock-waves across the tectonic flab around his waist, making his once crisp lab coat jiggle to the routine.

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