My Treatment Plan

Electroconvulsive therapy, a last ditch avail able effort optioned, aye bewail as desperation if standard psychological measures peter out leave ving paul tree (paltry) choice, and blackmail ling Doctor Frankenstein out of the question, cuz accidental discover re: visa vis could yield (ahem) grave zero APR, hence bad (bon jovian) medicine sought as precautionary measure to countervail undesirable repercussions hoop fully curtail ling any unexpected derail ment, thus every nitty gritty detail, asper my treatment plan made purposely intractable courtesy Matthew Scott Harris, to flummox decrypting this daunting task, whose hair brained scheme didst entail hatching with Sam I am (of Doctor Zeus fame)...Oh...My...G___ egg gads no fail- safe recourse, should shell shock Electroconvulsive – formerly electric shock therapy even slip an infinitesimal jot offsetting requisite exactly predicted results yes, even if precision errs by a mere clipped fingernail... the sought after outcome (devised on the fly - by night Reddit writer above named author) must absolutely dovetail with The Elements of Style or very close facsimile thereof, anyway strict requirements quality controlled with results tubby sent as email to Strunk and White, who will flail like some GMO gone awry (if patient accidentally electrocuted) finding them to become instantaneously petrified and frail looking analogous to witnessing the Holy Grail shattering into a bajillion pieces, whereby the heavens, would reign hail scaring every last man, woman, and child to hightail donned in heavy duty boots studded with many a hobnail with duff feet, sans long arm of law and order on their heels, and if any scapegoats nabbed definitely consigned to jail without chance of parole to prevail no matter guilty might sail to some tropical island awash with countless carbon copies of Euell Gibbons doppelganger, and Swiss Alpine like mountains to scale.