Someone spiked my Christmas pudding!

Dear Merry Scrubs,

I feel so violated and abused. Someone has taken advantage of me - to torment me or to have their wicked way with me, I am not sure. I don't know what happened. I can hardly remember anything of last night.

Now please don't misunderstand me, I can usually handle my Christmas Pud. I can normally take 5 or 6 Christmas Pud's, one after the other after the other. I don't need to chew, I just suck and swallow. I am certainly not a light weight when it comes to my Puds! There is nothing more fulfilling then a Christmas Pudding downed with half a jug of brandy.

Last night however, something bizarre happened. There I was, enjoying my Christmas feast beautifully cooked by Mrs Scrub, laughing merrily with friends and family. As I gulped at my 8th XMas Pud, I started to feel odd. I developed odd sensations in my fingers and toes, tingling and pins/needles. This was followed by rigors, acute abdominal pain, vomitting profusely. Then I screamed "I cant feel my legs, I cant feel my legs".

The room became blurred, colours everywhere, lights flashing. I saw a grotesque image of Mrs Scrub, face deformed and arms floating above her head, fingers pointing at me. She was cackling - evil piercing laughs screaming through my ears.

And then blank, what happened next? I have no idea, its all a blur. All I know is that my head really hurts this morning.

Yours groggily,
Professor Scrub

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