My father always threatened me that if I continued to be a bad kid he would drop me off at this place.  He said they would cut the heads off bad kids, "boil the skin off'em and hang'em on the wall for good luck."  He said that's what killed little Jimmy Chatem.  But I know little jimmy was little because he couldn't breathe right.  That's what did him in.

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