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A corridor filled with machines that gurgle for no apparent reason, smells of alcohol and bodily fluids, and the most unflattering garb anyone could ever have envisioned. It's time for your annual checkup, if you survive the "Waiting Room."
After your checkup, Tim's got something to send you right back to the doctor, a piece he calls Tone Poem: It Bites.
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A corridor filled with machines that gurgle for no apparent reason, smells of alcohol and bodily fluids, and the most unflattering garb anyone could ever have envisioned. It's time for your annual checkup, if you survive the "Waiting Room."
After your checkup, Tim's got something to send you right back to the doctor, a piece he calls Tone Poem: It Bites.
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.