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273. SCHOOL NURSE ON A MISSION

273. SCHOOL NURSE ON A MISSION

But where does that leave our old, career-dissatisfied friend, The Redactor–who has grown so depressed trying to expunge the crimes, misdemeanors and even worse crimes again of the world’s increasingly successful “Epstein elites” that he has jumped at the first new career opportunity that came along–part time school nurse at C.L. Smith Elementary, where his first patient is none other than the well gnawed nether regions of Lord Peter Mandelson Cosgrove, the most unpalatable Cosgrove of the entire Cosgrove clan! And seeing that The Redactor’s medical training is nil (or what he might once have called “XXXX XXXX XXXXXX XXX worth a XXXXXX in XXXX”), his treatment of Lord Mandelpants (sorry,) I mean Lord Underpants (sorry again), of course I mean Lord Peter Mandelson Cosgrove (leave out the underpants)–is relatively insufficient.

“Take these two baby aspirin, go home, and don’t call me in the morning. Oh, I guess I could afford to give you a few bandages… We’ll wrap them tight around these well gnawed and bloody areas of your body that once wore underpants, or what our troublesome tot, Tooth Manchipper, may fondly recall as ‘breakfast’. How are you feeling, Lord Peter? I’m, talking to you kid. You seem to have lost consciousness. Or are you merely dreaming sweet dreams of a lovely lost island far away down the lonely mists of time?”

But of course Lord Peter can’t reply, since the poorly trained Redactor didn’t stop bandaging until he had muffled the entire head! “Oooomph, ooooomph!” Lord Peter cries muffledly. He seems so lost and disrespected! Where’s Keir Starmer or Gordon Brown? Shouldn’t they be running to the aid of their bestest bud, Lord Peter? (How sad.)