This was the centrifuge through which they distilled the kids worth giving a shit about.
Yes, I know centrifuges don’t distill. No, I will not be making any modifications. And, if you asked in your heart, you were probably the chaff spun aside by the Iron Dais of Judgment.
I somehow flipped over one of the bars and bashed my head on the deck (wooden on ours rather than metal) when I was around 6 or 7 years old. No stitches, though I don't see any noticeable scar. I don't remember much aside from seeing blood and a headache.
What about just a nice hole in the wall with very smooth surfaces. You get Johnny in there, you do your thing, then press the flush button to feel a torrential amount of water just decimate the living piss out of whatever is left off your scrotum? Or you know, gentle flush that cleans you.
Got my first real concussion on one of those things. All I remember is that one minute I was flying off of it and the next minute I was at home and I had been there for several hours.
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