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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Are you ready to get started?" the old lady asks, holding up the needle. "You know why they fired me? Because I loved giving people shots. All sorts of shots with razor-sharp  needles – the sharper and longer, the better! Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps, even now. But the final straw that really got me in trouble was when I discovered how much I loved to inject needles into my patient's eyes... They make this delicious little popping noise, you see." She places a latex-gloved hand on your forehead to keep it steady. As she bring the needle closer and closer to your eye, you try to scream for help, but she's placed tape over your mouth. "Shhh, sit still," she says sweetly. "Wiggling only makes it much, much worse." And that's when she pushes the needle into the soft gelatin of your eye.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end**.**

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