Unfortunately, the outburst over your wife's smart-mouth remark was cut short by the time the car was parked in front of a gigantic, white, shining, shimmering, splended mansion! From your view, the size of the place was unlike anything you've ever seen before in your life, big or small! It looked almost big enough to fit an entire third-world country inside! The beautiful rose garden in the front yard would be the tropical forest surrounding the third-world country. And of course, the ginormous golden gate in front would be the borderline, keeping them illegals off our country and taking away our jobs! And our women!
...Like SOMEONE you know!!
Anyways, you almost mistaken the big person in front of the gate for the country's personal Statue of Liberty when you realized this enormous, 20-30 foot man was no statue! He was most definitely real. The giant handsome dark-skinned man, no doubt more handsome man, with long flowing black hair wrapped in a pony-tail at the very end, a set of glasses over deep Aquatic blue eyes, ratherly muscley, not afraid to show off his bulging biceps with a tattoo on one arm that read 'Corazón' and another tattoo that read 'XIII' on the other arm, dressed all nice and civilized in that clean doctor's overcoat of his! You could make out his smile, even though it was way WAY up in the sky, almost blinded by the sun!
Him. Dr... Gigante... if you thought his height on tv kinda scared you, to meet him in person almost made you wanna crawl into the nearest hole and shiver in fear! He was most definitely huge. Any averaged-sized man would be squealing for his mommy if they met Albert face-to-face! And THIS guy is your doctor. Whether or not he's your Doctor DEATH is yet to be seen.
By the time you considered jumping out the window and running like hell, your beloved wife scooped you off the passenger seat and gripped you tight in her palm as she got out of the car. She squeezed you awfully tight, as she anxiously headed over to Albert.
'Geez, Angie! I'm not dead YET!' you thought to yourself.
"Angela, dear!" you overheard the suave voice coming from above, "youve finally arrived!"
"Dr. Albert!" Angela looked directly up at the titan and smiled, "nice to meet you again!"
"The feeling is more than mutual!" he greeted her. You finally mustered the courage to look above, only to barely notice the zipper of his pants! Trying to push the thought of the um... announcer's footrest, you jerked your head even further to see beyond the clouds! You could notice him squinting his eyes as he looked down YOUR direction! "Er... um... hold on, one moment," he adjusted his glasses a bit, "um... OH! Steven? Is that you?"
"Y...yeah, that's me."
"Hm?"
"YES! IT'S ME!" you shouted. You immediately regretted raising your voice when you saw a rather eerie smirk across his face, "Oh! Good! Good! You are just the man to see!"
"Oh?" you said, "Why is that?"
"I have good news for you, my friend! VERY good news!"
"What kind of good news, Alberto?" you asked.
"What if I told you that in just a few minutes, your days of living like a tiny fish in a giant lake of whales would finally be over?"
Interesting question.
"You wont believe this dear," Angela remarked with the same eerie smirk, "We wanted to surprise you, but Dr. Albert has just recently discovered a cure for your illness!" A cure? A CURE?!!
"That is correct, my dear!" said the giant, "Funny thing. Throughout many years, I have tried and tried to search for a cure for my problem with no luck whatsoever. Yet, in only a few months, I've successfully find a true cure for yours! Arent you very lucky?" You didnt like how that last sentence came out.
"Right here, in my very pocket," he points to the pocket in his coat, "lies the ultimate solution to all your troubles..." Ok, that sentence seemed a bit odd of a way to put it, "With just a few drops of this special-serum, the dreaded SMS would no longer threaten you. You would finally be relieved of your misery.... permanently!" Ok, Albert's REALLY starting to creep you out! But he did say it was a cure. A cure to... relieve of your... misery! Oh, damn, it's a poisoned needle, aint it?
Your wife on the other hand seemed excited to hear the news, "Oh, isnt this great, honey? It'll finally be over. We can put the past to rest. And we can finally live the life we always wanted to live." By 'We', did she mean you and her... or her and HIM?
Wonderful! Could these two be any less horifying? Either theyre excited to cure you or excited to kill you. Damn it, what possessed you to come to a doctor like Albert of all people months ago?!
You didnt even get to say goodbye to your children... well, CHILD. Youre pretty sure one of them aint gonna miss you... but your son... he's gonna be all alone in that humongous scary world. Life is officially unfair.
...Wait! Wait a second! If Albert wanted to bump you off, why would he need to poison you? He could step on you, or crush you with his fingertips, or toss you in a garbage truck, and it's not like you'd leave much of a corpse behind for a murder investigation! Hell, he could feed you to his dog and no one will ever know what became of you! There'd be no point in having to inject a huge bloody needle into your tiny body.
Unless... maybe he really DOES have a cure! Perhaps youre wrong about this guy. Sure your wife's hot, but he's still a doctor... a doctor with an illness like yours, only opposite. Youre kindred spirits!
This is tough.
"So, Mr. McMinor... are you ready?"
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