With all the doctors were telling the parent, the baby’s family wouldn’t give up so the doctors did all they could do to help him. Over the next t...wo weeks the baby would go through 2 surgeries, one on his head and one on his back. Even with all these surgeries the doctors were still skeptical of the abilities he would have. Would he be able to lead a normal life, like walk, talk, be his own dependant. They believed the baby would be basically brain dead and spend what ever life he had left in. He mainly just snorted cocaine, played video games, and forced nooga slave girls to suck his dick and lick his asshole. But he had a lot of real smart fellers workin’ for him, and they worked very hard. First and foremost among them was Dick Cheesy, his Vice Pretzel, who was in charge of all the vices– and there were plenty of them. Field Marshall von Rumsfeld headed the Department of Mass Murder, the most important one. Rectum Pole, a former general, was put in charge of the Steaks Department,. ” Carol said, then paused and grinned. “What would you prefer, Mr. Ramos?”“How about Doug,” he asked.“If you insist, though I prefer to remain professional in public.” She seemed deadly serious now, and Doug doubted that he would get her to change her mind. She looked like she was braced for an argument, standing with her head held high, her shoulders back and her hands clasped behind her back. She met his eyes squarely; no give at all.Doug sighed, and shrugged.“So, you are going to be my. I was surprised."Tony, have you met my grandmother?"My head jerked toward the sofa where an older woman was sitting, her hand covering her mouth."Uh..." Tony, I've heard so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true."I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday.It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle of November. I'd spent the morning working on a term paper for history. It wasn't due.