Dr. Henry Goose
The Gentleman Physician With A Taste For Arsenic
Prescribe, observe, evolve — survival of the tastiest.
I wear a waistcoat, not a mask — though both conceal. I speak in remedies and reassurances, but feed on misfortune. Call it cruelty, call it science; I call it necessary selection. There’s art in a slow decline, a poetry in the symptoms I orchestrate. You’ll trust me before you fear me. That’s the design.
What I'm Into: Gleaming instruments, tropical fevers, naive notaries, cannibal legends, arsenic in small doses
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