Uh-Uh. No Way.

I've never heard of a bezoar until today. It's an indigestible mass in the stomach. I think Jared told me this is a hairball in the shape of a stomach.

I'm ill.

Jared says it's disgusting but it's not making him nauseous. He says it's not as bad as a foot with maggots coming out of it.

Now I'm ill some more.

I never thought I wanted it before, but today I know for sure that Jared can keep his job because I'm not interested and I don't know another person on the planet who wants it either. Uh-uh. No way.

God bless the pathologists of the universe.