"Doc, can you help me?"
The sawbones put down his Lucky Strike in his skull-based ashtray and went "Hmmmmm...a curious case."
They viewed each other remotely, via computer.
"Mr. Abby, I believe I see the problem. You have sat in front of your PC for so long that you've grown roots from your feet. You've also swelled up like a beach ball. Your motor skills have atrophied and your brain has turned to mush. But there is hope for you, sir."
"Thank heavens! What must I do?"
"You need to take a break from the computer; go for a walk; take a shower; actually talk to a live person in your presence. Have intercourse with a partner and not by yourself. That is my prescription for A Better Life."
Mr. Abby pondered the advice, then anrily yelled "Fraud! Idiot! Liar! You have no idea of the importance of my life's work and what I am doing!"
He hung up, took a deep breath, then viewed VCT for inspiration to help write the final chapter of his Theory Of Everything.
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