I don't care about the tube sticking out of my chest, or the fact that I am half naked.
When they give me drugs this good, why do they think I won't need a smoke after.
I'll come back. I don't feel like dieing. But if I don't get a smoke soon, someone will die.
I'm getting close to being desperate enough to do that.
But they fucked me. They attached a line to my lung with the other end anchored to the wall. If I want to leave, I have to leave my lung behind. I need it to smoke though.
Crafty bastards.
Even if you decide it's worth it to leave, they can sell your lung on the black market.
They got you. win-win for them. Only answer is to suicide bomber them for sweet revenge. Make sure you cry out your God's name as you do it -
"The power of nicotine compels you!"
It may be the drugs talking, but you seem like a wise man with good ideas.
I'll try not to let you down. See you in the news tomorrow.
Find a male nurse and offer him a blowjob if he covers for you. 60% of the time, it works every time.
Beware the ones that will accept the blowjob but then fail to get you your smoke. Split payment - half upfront, half upon delivery. That's how these things are done.