19 He watched uninterested as the head rolled off the table and onto the floor.

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He watched uninterested as the head rolled off the table and onto the floor. He picked it up and set it back on, rolling his eyes all the while. The severed head grinned slightly and proceeded to roll of the table once again.

“What’s the use? I’m not going to pick you up if you roll off again. I’m tired of your shenanigans,” said the man in the grey jumpsuit as he leaned over to pick up the head once more.

The head tried to hold back from snickering as it was set on the table once more. When the man sat back down, the head once more spun its way off the table and onto the tiled floor.

“HA! If you think I’m going to pick you up again, you got it all wrong. You’re staying there till the lady says it’s our turn,” said the man sitting.

The face tried to look as though it were pouting, but was cut off as the lady behind the glass called out their names, “Mr. Johnson and Mr. Anderson?”

Standing up and taking the head with him, the man in the grey jumpsuit walked towards the counter and was greeted by a young secretary, “Doctor Johnson is ready for you.”

The man smiled and thanked her before walking back, head in hand. He looked down at it and said, “You know, I never believed in magic before you. Let alone Voodoo Doctors. I guess we both have a lot of learning to do.” He chuckled and playfully gave the head a noogie as they walked down the hall.