Laboratory Nine was a joke
Vials of clown blood
And a ferris wheel centrifuge
Shared the soapstone counter
With Pam Dawber's mummified hand
Test results were scrawled in crayon on the backs of thrift store receipts
By two floppy-shoed lab techs who smoked those flavored cigars
Your skin is "Disney Dry" today!
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