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Okay, guys... this is the last chapter. Hopefully it isn't too awful. :) Enjoy:
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After two more days of the doctor re-filling Toki's morphine, and Toki secretly sharing it with Pickles and Skwisgaar, the doctor decided that Toki no longer needed it. He figured that Toki had become addicted to it, but knew that the best way to overcome such an addiction was to take away the source completely. He had no idea that Pickles and Skwisgaar had become addicted to it as well. In fact, he was blind to the fact that Toki had been allowing them to borrow his morphine IV.
Toki, Skwisgaar, and Pickles had gone 12 hours without the morphine, and it was the worst 12 hours of their lives. Meanwhile, Murderface and Nathan were having a very fun time watching their three morphine addict band mates suffer through morphine withdrawal.
They sat in the waiting room of the hospital, so they could watch the scene unfold when Toki, Skwisgaar, or Pickles tried to sneak into the hospital to steal morphine.
"I have to schay," Murderface began, "Thisch is pretty great."
"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "I wonder if they'll ever, uh... steal some morphine without, uh... getting caught."
"I scheriously doubt it," Murderface said, "eschpecially schince we kind of make that imposschible." he said, motioning toward Toki who was crawling on his hands and knees, trying to avoid being noticed, "Hi, Toki!" Murderface said loudly, as he knew the doctor would hear him.
"Yous such a jerks!" Toki said to Murderface as the doctor came into the room, "What do yous want?" Toki yelled at the doctor, "I's not goings a tries to steel a mor-phines. I just heres to talks to Nathan and Murderface. Leaves me alones!"
Toki walked up and sat down in the large gap between Murderface and Nathan. Toki looked exhausted, and he was sweating.
"Are you, uh..." Nathan began, "alright... Toki? You look like you haven't, uh... slept, like... for a long time."
"No, I's not alrights!" Toki yelled at Nathan, "I can'ts sleeps withouts de mor-phines," he said more quietly, "I needs dem. I needs de mor-phines..."
"I was addicted to, uh... morphine once," Nathan told him, "and it sucks at first, to, uh... like... not be addicted to it, but you know... why don't you just drink a lot to make up for it?"
Toki was breathing very rapidly, "I not wants a get drunks! I just wants a mor-phines. I feels likes someones kills me with a baseball bats. Beats me up with it. And I can'ts sleeps. I feels hot and sweaties, all de times. I needs a mor-phines." he said, grabbing Nathan's arm.
Toki's hands were shaking, and Nathan noticed this when Toki grasped his arm, "Maybe you should just, like, calm down," Nathan suggested, "go drink a little bit."
Toki looked as though he might cry, "Murderface," he said, turning to him, "I gives you my appendage. Why don'ts you lets me go steals a mor-phines?"
"Well..." Murderface began, looking as though he was thinking deeply, "It wasch a pretty awschome appendix. The best one I've ever scheen..."
Nathan, with a confused expression on his face, looked at Murderface, but Toki completely ignored the bassist's odd statement.
As Toki distracted Murderface and Nathan with his tears and pleas, Pickles and Skwisgaar sneaked past them and into their desperate search of the hospital for morphine.
Toki continued crying even harder, "I don'ts know whats to do!" he yelled, "I cannot lives withouts morphines!"
"That'sch what you schaid about candy too, remember?" Murderface said, "And then you got diabetes, and went into a coma... But you aren't addicted to candy anymore."
"Yes I am!" Toki yelled, "I eats candies all de times! I goes into comas every once in a whiles! You don'ts even notice?"
"You do not," Murderface denied his claim.
"Yes I do!" Toki argued, "I goes into candy comas just abouts a weeks agos! You don'ts even notices!?"
"Yeah," Nathan said to Murderface, "actually he does... every once in a while."
"Oh," Murderface said, "I didn't know that..."
All three of them looked him when they heard Pickles yelling to Toki.
"Toki!" Pickles yelled, as he and Skwisgaar ran out of the hospital, "We gawt six bags of mor-phine! Come on! Two bags each! Run!"
Toki grinned, and jumped up, running after Skwisgaar and Pickles. The doctor ran after them, but apparently he lost them eventually, as he came back to the hospital where Nathan and Murderface were sitting.
"Do you have any idea where they went?" the doctor asked them.
Nathan and Murderface both shook their heads, indicating that they did not know where their band mates had gone. The doctor left and Nathan looked at Murderface.
"Just let them be addicted to it," he said to Murderface, "Who cares? We can deal with it later."
"Yesch," Murderface agreed, "It'll probably be good for Picklesch. I think morphine isch much better than schome of that other schtuff he is always addicted to."
At the next Dethklok concert, everything seemed normal. Almost everything anyway. Nathan screamed the lyrics into the microphone, Murderface played the bass, Pickles played the drums, Toki played the rhythm guitar, and Skwisgaar played the lead, just like always. One thing, however, was different. Beside each of the three band mates, Toki, Skwisgaar, and Pickles, was a movable morphine drip. Each of them was hooked up to their own morphine.
The doctors finally gave up on trying to keep Skwisgaar, Toki, and Pickles out of the morphine. If they didn't get it from the hospital in Mordhaus, they would have found it elsewhere. They were Dethklok... and no one tells Dethklok what to do. So the doctors supplied them with morphine, as they knew they really had no choice.
Nathan and Murderface knew that one day they would have to get Pickles, Skwisgaar, and Toki to stop taking morphine, but the effects of their addiction were too hilarious to make them stop so soon. The fans had noticed the IV bags, and they figured out through the media that most of the Dethklok band mates were addicted to morphine.
Following the concert, more people in the word than ever were arrested for robbing hospitals, stealing only morphine. More people were admitted to rehab than ever before, due to morphine addiction, and people all around the world wheeled portable morphine IVs with them everywhere they went. To go somewhere and see no one with a morphine drip was now unusual. Many doctors were outraged at Dethklok's effect on the general population, while even many more doctors had themselves become morphine addicts.
Toki had started the worst world wide addiction ever. What started with appedicitis turned into Toki's morphine addiction, which led to Pickles' and Skwisgaar's addiction, which led to the morphine addiction of the majority of the world's population.
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