Cordelia nodded as the doctor before her told her that toilet paper was the last option. She remembered her memories of toilets. Misty's first ashes went into the toilet. Maybe her toilet paper tit would make Misty love her again.
"I'll do it, Doctor." Cordelia said. "I want the toilet paper tit." She said.
"Very well then, Rebecca?" The Doctor called for the nurse. "Bring me the toilet paper."
A little white lady brought several rolls of toilet paper in to the room.
"Now, this is going to hurt...alot." The Doctor said.
"What?" Cordelia asked.
The Doctor swiftly pelted Cordelia with toilet paper and she fell asleep.
"Let's begin." The Doctor said.
When Cordelia woke up she had a very sore boob.
Cordelia looked down.
"My Boobs..." She said.
"They feel like mashed potatoes."
Cordelia stood from the bed and quickly grabbed her belongings.
Cordelia left the Doctor's office and went back to the Academy.
She scurryed up the stairs, back into her bedroom. Misty was asleep on the bed.
"Misty?" Cordelia asked.
Misty was clearly asleep. Cordelia decided to climb into bed with her. Cordelia climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around the swamp witch.
"Delia?" Misty asked.
"Hmm?" Cordelia asked.
"Delia where did you go?" She asked.
"Nowhere, baby, go back to sleep." Cordelia said.
Misty turned around to sleepily meet Cordelia's gaze.
"Your boob..." Misty said.
Misty placed one hand on the boob.
"It feels like mashed potatoes." Misty said.
"Yes." Cordelia said.
"Your good boob feels like mashed potatoes." Misty repeated.
"Yes Misty, I know." Cordelia said.
"Your good boob." Misty said, sadly.
"I know the one." Cordelia said.
"I'm going to miss that boob." Misty said.
Cordelia remained silent.
Misty pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia." Misty said.
"It's quite alright, Misty." Cordelia said.
"No it isn't." Misty said as she got out of bed.
"Misty-Where are you-" Cordelia asked.
"Delia I want you to break my boob." Misty said.
"Misty, I-" Cordelia said. "I can't."
"Why?" Misty asked.
"Because you hardly have any boobs at all." Cordelia said.
The writer of the story got offended by Cordelia's words because she is built like Misty Day. The writer popped Cordelia's boob again.
"Dammit!" Cordelia yelled.
"What in the Hell?" Misty asked.
The writer realized she is not adding to the story so she has decided to make Cordelia's boob as good as new.
"My boob?" Cordelia asked.
"The good boob is back." Misty said, and pursed her lips once again.
The good boob smiled.
"You know it, baby cakes." The boob said.