“So Doctor, let me make sure I’m getting it right, these miniaturized robotic ‘hell spiders’ first invade the lower abdomen and then digest it from within. And you’re promoting this invention as a cure for melancholia?”
“Yes, you’ve got it exactly. A cure for melancholia – we say ‘depression’ now of course – and for a variety of related conditions.”
“Related to what?”
“To having a lower abdomen, primarily,” he laughed.
It was not much of a joke.
[continuing on]
Still couldn't manage to make me kick the habit of reading them miserablists, especially now that the corpseRevivalists had a new source to dig at.
Humour was often better served black.
It is very funny,nonetheless.