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The figure steps forward into the light. He speaks slowly but with an intensity rarely heard. He is a Rastafarian man with long dreads. He has a Jamaican accent. He looks kind of like snoop doggie dog.
 
"Your…Your... pizza…pizza... man…man..." He pauses between every word. With the last word he looks up at me. HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE!!!!!
 
"What in the love of Jesus' nipples happened to your eye?!?!" I shouted, spittle flying out of my mouth, every word tinged in fear.
 
"Diabetes…Diabetes... man…man..." He said, keeping the same crawling pace in his speech as before.
 
"Well my good man, you should continue seeing a doctor. Diabetes was the seventh leading cause of death in the United States in 2015 based on the 79,535 death certificates in which diabetes was listed as the underlying cause of death. In 2015, diabetes was mentioned as a cause of death in a total of 252,806 certificates. Took my grandfathers leg don't you know." I said matter-of-factly.
 
"Thank... you... for... the... information... man... unfortunately... my... job... doesn't... provide... health... insurance..."
"Thank… you… for… the… information… man… unfortunately… my… job… doesn't… provide… health… insurance…"
 
"Well that sucks for you. I didn't order a pizza. Goodnight." I said slamming the door in his face.