Trapped Ashes Page #3

This part's for a 22- to 24-year-old.

I can play that. I'm 22 to 24.

Uh, ha, I'm sorry,

honey, okay? Thanks.

Yeah. No. Go on in now.

God.

Are my eyebrows too thick?

Is my nose too big?

Do I need collagen?

That's why they look better than me.

I'm so glad you didn't fall

for all that "Plastic surgery

is bad for you" crap, Ms. Kane.

Really, it's nice to meet a young woman

who can think for herself,

who can weed out

the media-controlled hype.

Thank you, Dr. Weissman. I actu...

Oh. Dr. Larry.

My... My patients call me Dr. Larry.

Oh. Um, I've heard there are

some risks involved

in breast enhancement.

Well, in the early years...

out of every 10,000 plastic b*obs,

there would be one or two...

bad apples in the barrel,

medically speaking.

Oh!

God.

But we've learned

from our mistakes.

Silicone is bad.

Gel implants are bad.

I wouldn't put those things in my body,

and I won't put them in yours.

Um, then how do you

make my breasts bigger?

Here.

With these.

These are made from reprocessed

human tissue from cadavers.

You mean from dead bodies?

Oh, I know it sounds gross,

but it's completely natural.

You have to think of it more

as an organ transplant.

I mean, most of them

are done from cadavers.

Oh, like in car accidents?

Exactly.

And I guarantee,

you will feel that the breasts

have always been

a part of who you really are.

So...

are you ready

for the new you, Phoebe?

You feeling all right, Phoebe?

You want to go ahead with this?

Good girl.

Gas her.

Count backwards from 100.

100...

99...

99...

98...

97...

6...

5...

4...

3...

When's the next one?

20 minutes, Doctor.

Ah, jeez.

All right, let's go. Come on.

Okey-dokey.

Implants ready, Doctor.

All instruments sterilized, Doctor.

Geronimo.

Nice.

May I have a cigarette?

A double scotch.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Sponge.

Pail.

Stitch her up. Get her out of here.

Get the next one in.

I think I'm ready for my close-up now,

Mr. Spielberg.

Ow.

What the hell?

Must be the goddamn ring.

About a month after

Dr. Larry's surgery,

I got a call from my agent.

He was calling to say I got cast in a film

based on a sci-fi TV series.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, they actually wanted me

and not some other girl.

Action.

Jesus. Five years inside that hellhole

prison on Mars.

Staring at those

other two planets...

...dreaming about it,

what it would feel like.

Cut.

Zack, what's happened, mate?

She f***ing bit me!

Oh! I'm...

Christ, look, I got a hickey!

It's big enough to have

its own area code.

- F***!

- L... I guess I got too excited.

Are we going to do it again?

You're a f***ing wildcat, girl.

Phoebe, darling,

could you just take it easy on him?

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