Chapter Fifty Six

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"Thank you Eleanor

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"Thank you Eleanor. Although it would take alot. Without an Angel blade."

"Cas I will take your head

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"Cas I will take your head. As in I will take the sharpest axe in the trunk of Dean's car and I will hack off your head and drive it to Tenesse after I burn your meat suit to ashes-"

 As in I will take the sharpest axe in the trunk of Dean's car and I will hack off your head and drive it to Tenesse after I burn your meat suit to ashes-"

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"Okay we're seperating you both."

"You said you wanted to hear about any other weird ones?"

Humming I follow Dr Corman inside the morgue, snapping my latex gloves on "Absolutely."

Approaching the gurney, I raise my brows the second the mortician tears back the cover. Underneath a man who's stomach is protruding larger then the length of my head. "Lester Finch. Pulled his records. Looks like this gentleman used to weigh 400 pounds or so, till he got a gastric bypass, which brought down his weight considerably. But then, for some reason last night, he decided to go on a twinkie binge."

Scrunching my nose, I wonder "Died from a Twinkie Binge?"

"Well, after he blew out the band around his stomach, he filled it up till it burst. When he could no longer swallow he started jamming the cakes down his gullet with a...with a toilet brush. Like he was ramrodding a cannon."

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