On  October 5, Captain Nel Kort left Dr. Malarkey's office and walked toward the hospital. Today, the doctors, nurses and drug companies held a very special ceremony for those sinful patients who refused their drugs.

This great medical shrine had been named The Trenchville City Hospital. Here they worshipped the most divine and holy being ever created in all the universe. Each day they prayed to "The Dollar," which just happened to be more holy than, yes, a faded and decaying shirt tattered with holes.

A long walkway headed up to the shrine and on the right side stood doctors and drug reps hugging each other and praising "The Dollar" by raising their hands into the air. "Thank you Dollar for blessing my life so richly. Thank you for providing me with lots of sick people, and thank you for giving me guidance in how to keep the patients convinced to take drugs and more drugs, which made them even sicker and brings even bigger profits.

On the left, the nurses stood giving praises to "The Dollar." On this day, the nurses took biopsies from Kort, they stabbed him with needles and poked pills down his throat, telling him to repent for refusing drugs and more drugs. With all the crap they injected into him, all the pills they poked down his throat, he then grew dizzy as he walked up the steps to the medical shrine The Trenchville City Hospital. The uniforms of these holy worshipers of "The Dollar" created a great color scheme of white, blue and pink.

In unison, they yelled repent for not taking cholesterol pills, refusing high blood pressure pills and worse you could have made us a lot more money by taking diabetic drugs instead of that highly effective insulin. Kort ii is your duty to "The Dollar" to take lots of drugs so we can be even more blessed by the holy "The Dollar."

The doctors yelled at him that diabetes is progressive and just gets worse. Another nurse yelled it inevitably your kidneys will fail if you do not take high blood pressure pills. As he staggered up the steps, the doctors, nurses and drug sales people surrounded him and yelled repent now for the kingdom of "The Dollar" is at hand. Do you not know "The Dollar" is more powerful than all of man? We are here to lead you to the Promised Land where you praise the religion of modern medicine and "The Dollar" for allowing you to be sick enough to make us lots and lots of money.

"Oh how sad," said Dr. Malarkey. "We did all we could to preserve his life. If he would have paid his tithes by giving the medical shrine The Trenchville City Hospital more and realizing that he need to be more faithful to "The Dollar" he could have lived a lot longer. When will people learn that they must pay the medical system more and more money or they will just die."

A little female mouse stuck her head out from behind ad clod of dirt. "Didn't you kill him with all the drugs you forced on him?"

"Nope," Dr. Malarkey said. "He just didn't tithe enough to the church and did not put enough faith in "The Dollar."

"Who will get his in heritance?" the mouse asked.

"Why I will," said Sam Jingle Change, the local funeral director. "I will get a few thousand for taking care of the funeral arrangements. We will have a nice little funeral to remember how unrepentant he had been by failing to take those pills. How did he expect the medical universities to be funded? Kort should have realized the bogus treatments bring lots of money to universities too. The whole economic system runs on the fact we can convince people to take lots and lots of drugs even when they don't need them.

"Yes," said Nurse Selfish. "Without all that money, I would have to drive an old beater of a car. I would have to live in the slums like Kort did. I too am thankful for the blessings that "The Dollar" has provided me. That moron Kort could have provided more blessings for us if he had just taken more drugs."

"I don't think you get it," said the little mouse. "He would have lived longer without the drugs. "You killed him right here today. Besides, what good will it be to continue worshipping "The Dollar?" You are worshipping an idol not a real God."

"Who! Blasphemy." said Dr.Malarkey. "You know we could use you for diabetic experiments. We could give you some substance and make you diabetic. Then we could experiment with drugs to see if we can actually keep you alive.  Of course we have no guarantees. But of course, we could get a National Institute of Health grant to do our $1 million dollar research project. Of course, as always, we will compare our results to something worse so our research appears to be valid."