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Just a little shot, it won't hurt

Vaccination against contagion

What are you afraid of? It's for your own good

Have a taste of your own medicine

Resistance futile

You won't escape my grip

Overwhelming force

You fight back

Snap your neck, quick release

You would have been dead anyway

Let nothing go to waste

Dissect the body, experimental pathology

Cut open the abdomen

Spread the ribs apart

Lay bare the intestines

Putrid stench fills the stale air

Incisions around the skull

Precision a second thought

Execute with haste

Scoop out the brain

No rhyme or reason to my insanity

Your fault is has come this far

At least you'll be of some use

Now that we're alone, you can call me Doc Morbid

I may not have a license, but I'm still a doctor and I'll show you

Administer the postmortem intracerebral injection

Formaldehyde conservation

Another piece for my collection

I will keep this as a momento mori