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yes doctor Floyd will get you to chant the Oratto incantations while swishing your feet about, either lying on the floor or in a chair, or standing, although Dr Floyd's disclaimer will not cover you for breaking any bones or looking silly.

In this way, he hopes that any bad karma from previous lives will be appeased, temporarily, or passed on to some guy, and or sheep, down the road.

Dr Francis Floyd is a psychiatrist of the old school; that is if you can tie a patient to a bed and let them sit in a pool of their own faeces and urine, then all to the good, plus it might teach the patient not to skip his medication. But other than that, he is fully committed to a high standard of practice, and has even printed some fake certificates which confirm this.

Dr Floyd went to university in the 1960s initially to study middle eastern poetry, but he met a girl at a party, who was studying medicine, specialising in psychiatry, and, with the aid of some LSD, made the switch.

Floyd was, and is, one of your free thinking psychiatrist/therapist/homeopathic specialist/palm reader/M.O.T mechanics, and he likes to apply his loosely thought out theories vigorously, thoroughly, and according to his business card "To the best of my knowledge, leaving no stone unturned, and insured by the Royal Psychiatric Institute of Korea"

Floyd was a founder member of the Cult of the Dead Chicken, which started as a band that rehearsed in an old battery farm hanger.

One day when the band "Elastic Nickel", were at a gig, and the lead band member told a joke, to the audience, that was so bad it went down like a tasteless joke about one of the space shuttle disasters. Basically, he died, and while he was in comedian limbo he astral travelled back to the chicken hanger, but in its glory days and entered, possessed the body of one of the chickens.

And to his amazement, he could hear all the other chickens talking to each other across the hanger, and it seems that, when ever a comedian "dies" on stage, he/she astral plane travels, to this chicken hanger, where they "deal" with their feelings, share anecdotes, and jokes, lay an egg or three and dish the dirt on their audience.

When the comedian goes back to his body, he is fully recovered, and in the years that he/she spent in the body of a chicken, he learnt an awful lot of the secrets about the audience that he died in front of, especially the hecklers. So be warned.

The Cult of the Dead Chicken(CDC), are a secret lot, and they know a thing or two about what goes on on this bit of God's dandruff, we call Earth.

Here is the logo of the CDC.

Floyd gets to the root of the problem

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