Ted shifted uneasily in his chair, waiting for the doctor to arrive. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to soothe the familiar dull ache. Madge placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you having a spell, Dear?"
"No no, I'm fine. Just the headache."
Ted wasn't sure which was worse. His head ached constantly, except during the "spells" in which he would feel dizzy, hallucinate, and sometimes hear voices. He feared the worst as he awaited the results of the CAT scan.
The doctor entered the room carrying what appeared to be a little blue toy of some sort. Ted and Madge stood up.
"So how bad is it?" Ted asked.
The doctor sighed. He sat on the examination table.
"There's no easy way to put this. It was just as I had suspected." He handed Ted the toy. "I've had your CAT scan images transferred to ViewMaster. Check out the red spots."
Ted took the ViewMaster and began to click through the images. "So what are they, Doctor?"
"Demons," he replied. "Lots of 'em."
"Dear Lord," Madge said weakly.
"I knew it, I just knew it," Ted muttered, still clicking.
"You can make out the horns and tails real good in number 4." The doctor twiddled his stethoscope.
"So I guess this means I'll be needing...," he coughed nervously, "an exorcism?"
"Oh, good heavens, no! Medical science has progressed by leaps and bounds since the days of exorcisms." The doctor smiled reassuringly and hopped down from the examination table. He went to the cabinet and produced a model of a human skull. "See, today we simply drill a few small holes here, here, and here." He pointed to each spot on the model. "We cut away this slab of bone, insert a small crucifix, replace the bone, and seal you up good as new!"
"Wow," Ted said. "It's amazing what you doctors can do nowadays."
"Yes," he proudly replied. "And if that doesn't work we'll stick an IV into your groin and run fiber-optic cable up through your carotid artery so we can shoot laser beams at the little bastards!"