The body parts were freshly laid out on the black canvas. The doctor felt around for a light and then realized he was in the wrong room.
He found the switch and illuminated the small den, jumping at the site of his grotesqueness in mirror after mirror after mirror. He was surrounded by his own likeness and it made his brain vomit.
He picked up the spleen and threw it against the mirror, watching it leave a trail of bile adjacent to his ugly reflection.
Then he punched in.
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