Morbophobia

I actually have a story to tell that relates to this. it was a pretty average day, I was at Walgreens to pick up some supplies for my morb shine. I saw they were out of twizzlers,(I wouldn’t know anything about that ; ] ) and I got very upset. I frantically sprinted through the isles, barely keeping myself from morbing into the shelves, searching, searching for an employee, anyone who could help me. I spotted someone. It was a young man in a blue polo shirt and khakis. I had no idea if they worked at the store or not, but I didn’t care at that point. i was about to burst, morb all over the place. I tried to explain my predicament, my frustration, my sorrow at not being able to work on my morb shrine today. All that came out of my mouth were morbs of words which carried little meaning to the gentlemen in front of me. I tried so hard to explain, but he just stared at me in disgust, and confusion. I managed to speak, “morbin… time!” He looked like he wanted to punch me. I never knew such hate, and prejudice before. He called on his walkie-talkie for backup, and five men dressed in similar attire appeared from behind shelves and items. my eyes grew wide with fear, I muttered a prayer to the doctor, i prayed that morbius may save me. the man in front punched me square in the mouth, knocking me to the floor. I felt a sharp sting, and tentatively touched my finger to my lips. Pulling my hand into view, I saw bright red dripping from my finger. they formed a circle around me, their ice cold gaze boaring into me, it was as if they were trying to kill me with their eyes. one after another, they started kicking, shouting to the heavens about how I was a filthy morb head, how I was not fit to share this earth with them. I am not ashamed to say that tears rolled down my face as I realized the world I lived in was cruel, and unjust. After what seemed like an eternity, they relented. i stared into the florescent lights, wondering…. had the doctor forsaken me? was I not fit to be of his flock? was I too weak? but I knew that the doctor would do no such thing. as the men began to walk away I shouted to the heavens, “MOOOORBIUS!!!!” my cry of desperation echoed for miles, as it was imbued with the will to morb, nay, the NEED to morb. Suddenly I saw it, I saw the doctor himself, he said, “what’s up boys? it’s me, morbius. And guess what time it is? MOOORBING TIIIME!!” His angelic call shook the very earth itself, and bathed us all in a heavenly light, transforming our very souls. i apologize for the wall of text, but it’s a story from my life that I think some people could benefit from hearing. I have never quite been the same since that day, but now I am more certain than ever, that its morning time.


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