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Karen. Quickly getting bored, he
decided to strike up a conversation with a few of Spring Grove's
other patients.
    "Blah. Blah. Blah-Blah." he said
the woman sitting at the table to his left. The woman didn't seem
to hear him, so he said it again louder. "Blah! Blah!
Blah-Blah!"
    The woman smiled, laughed, then
waved her finger at him. She said something absolutely
incoherent.
    "Good one, Brook!" Josh said, and
they both laughed together.
    Brook didn't speak English, Josh
Knew. Well, not English in the traditional sense. Instead of words,
she just babbled, earning her the nickname from him, Babbling Brook . After
his first month in Spring Grove, Josh had successfully figured out
a way of communicating with her by using a combination of three
sounds: Blah , Goo ,
and Uh .
    Breaking down the communications
barrier was an amazing achievement, though his method was
questionable. Josh had started out by pretending to understand
Brook, but somehow he had forgotten the pretending part. Brook,
however, never had a communications problem. In fact, she was
certified genius. Her I.Q. was one of the highest in the state. She
just preferred to remain quiet and had done so until Josh had begun
making odd noises at her. She had decided to plays along when Josh
spoke to her because, well, she thought Josh was mentally
challenged.
    At a table to the left, sat Ted,
one of Josh's other friends .
    "Hey Ted," Josh said. "How's that
case of herpes treating you?"
    "I never got the herpes," Ted said
sadly. "You know that. But on the bright side, I'm infected with a
bitchin' case of Teddies right now."
    "Way to go, Ted."
    "Thanks, buddy. Any luck finding
that lotto ticket?"
    "Not yet," Josh said. He leaned
forward and whispered, "I can only look after the lights go out.
Otherwise these bastards will never let me outta here."
    "Hey, listen," Ted whispered back,
"while you're looking, do me a solid…if you happen to come by
someone with herpes…send 'em to my room, would ya?"
    "I'll do that."
    Ted grinned. "Thanks."
    Josh knew that Theodore Redmond
Jr. had wanted to be an actor since he was a child. His break had
come when he landed a series of commercials for a company which
sold a herpes cream. Because that was his big chance to make it as
an actor, Ted thought it would be a good idea to contract the
disease in order play the role better. He had launched a national
campaign looking for someone to infect him by posting a series of
online classified ads. After all was said and done, he had
contracted syphilis, gonorrhea, and several other curable sexually
transmitted diseases.
    During one of Ted's later
check-ups, his doctor noticed an infection which had never been
seen before. They had named it "Teddies" in his honor.
Unfortunately for Ted, the product he was supposed to promote
really did work, so no matter how hard he had tried, he never
managed to catch herpes.
    Thinking he couldn't give a good
performance without the right STD, Ted had lost the acting job to
some two-bit hack that did a series of infomercials selling some
new super-tool with a super-charged rotating this or that. Ted's
agent, who had lost his commission when the herpes deal fell
through, realized that his client was insane, so he tricked Ted
into signing some papers and stuck him in Spring Grove. "I've got
the perfect project for you," Ted's agent had said to him. "Just
hold tight here, kid. I'll be back later." Supposedly while Ted
waited, his agent was busy pitching a film idea based on Ted's
life.
    While Josh chatted with Ted about
the benefits of certain STDs, Michelle finally walked away from the
nurses station wearing a huge smile as she strolled
over.
    "Shelly, baby," Josh said. "I
haven't seen you in months!"
    "Honey," Michelle said excitedly.
"I've got great news."
    Josh jumped up and screamed, "I'm
getting out of here?"
    "No, silly." Michelle laughed. "Of
course not. What I came here to say is—"
    "Penis!" One of the crazy people
blurted out.
    After the one-word