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Jose Mengele Birthplace: In between Brazil and Florida Born:March 16th 1983. Race: Hispanic Height: 5'8 1/2" Language: All Romance languages (Fr, Es, Por, It, ect.) English Has split personality disorder. Rudy, Jose, Doc Rudy is the evil one, the doctor who does crazy experiments. Doc is the fun loving guy who is the complete opposite. Jose is the main guy, he is the normal minded one, the neutral. Wife: Irene Child: Rolf 2 brothers: Jr (Karl) and Alois (nothing absolute about these two) 2 Irene Mengele Birthplace: Miami Fl Born: April 15th, 1983 Race: white/Hispanic Height:5'7" Language: Portuguese, Spanish, English Level minded, fun lov

     "Josef!", Herr Mengele yelled angrily. "Coming, Father," a young boy called back, running outside. "What did I tell you?", the father questioned. "Oil the tractor before going to school", the young boy sighed. "Listen, one day you will own this company. Once you realize your silly dream of being a doctor is nothing but a false hope, you will understand that", the old man chastised. "My 'silly dream' of being a doctor will help more people then this place! Farm equipment is your dream, not mine!" Josef groaned,"Führer would rather have more doctors than machinery anyway!"        "Boy, you have to understand, he respects this compan

   It was a cold, quiet day in Germany. Nothing was going on in the area, so Josef decided to go on a motorcycle ride. He jumped on the starter and on went the engine. The bike's rumble filled the quietness in his house. He put on his helmet and drove off. The icy air hit his skin, waking him up, the fresh air acting as company until he hits the autobahn. A bike honked behind him. Hoess waved. He pulled up right beside and the two drove off.     They hit the road, driving as fast as they could. Hoess pulled over, a giant grin on his face. "Oh no, do not give me that look," Josef smiled. "C'mon, you know what I'm gonna ask," Hoess laughed. "

        "Mengele!" A voice called. Josef was laying on a medical bed sleeping. "Mengele!" The voice yelled louder. Josef woke right up and tried sitting up. A shot of pain ran down his right leg. "No, no, lay down," the voice stated. The lights turned on to find Hoess standing by the door. "Where am I?" Josef asked then looked around the room. "Why am I here?" He yelled. The heart monitor ran faster. "You broke your hip. Nasty bike accident, I heard," Hoess chuckled. "Bike accident? What do you mean?" Josef was frantic. Surely he wasn't in an accident, or he would remember it, right?        "You were riding your motorcycle and smacked into a

     Michael was stuck in a dark room. His arm hurt from the needle that was stuck into him before he arrived. "Help!", he called, but nobody heard. His head ached worse than he had ever felt. He called again "HELP!" Nobody heard. His brown eyes teared up as repeated to himself, 'there is no one.' The door opened, and a doctor with a wicked smile came in. "Hallo, Michael, or zwie, vier, funf, drie, sechs!", he grinned, showing a slight gap in his teeth, "It seems as though you have already met some of the doctors here." Michael shuttered. "Wh...who are you?" The doctor laughed," Why, I am Dr. Josef Mengele, your doctor for today." Josef's smi

    It was a dark and stormy night at Auschwitz. The outside areas were flooded and the lights were burnt out from the lightening. Josef was sitting at his desk half asleep, his hip still hurting from the motorcycle accident a few days before. The wind whistled past the windows. Suddenly, the sirens went off, an escapee. Josef shot straight up. "He jumped the barbed wire!", a shout came from down the hall. "MENGELE!" a voice called. Josef ran out of his office and saw Hoess standing with his armed crossed, a lantern in his hands. "You able to get him?" he asked. Josef nodded, "Yes, I am." Hoess chuckled," You sure, that was a nasty accident,

Stepping into the light, The man show's your fate His one hand in his pocket The other hand held out with hate Leading you where he wants This is the Angel of Death Whether he wants you to go forward or right or left Whistling tunes pointing the directions looking like a conductor during his selections A sinister smile yet a beautiful place, makes you wonder why he is at this place But be very careful to not anger him for he will eradicate and destroy you for your sin.

*Joey comes to the house drunk* Me: Joey! WTF?! Joey: Oh, Jose, you missed it! Me: C'mon, what did i miss now, you winning the beers most drank comp? Joey: How did you guess that? Me: You are drunk! Joey: Am not! Me: Extremely drunk, dude! Joey: I swear to drunk I am not God! *I facepalm* Joey: What?! Me: Tell the time. Joey: What? Me: If you are not drunk, tell the time! Joey: *looks at clock* I AM NOT DRUNK! Me: *laughs* Can you touch your nose? Joey: Of course *pokes his eye* f*ck! Me: You're drunk! Joey: I am not drunk... Me: Or are you not just drunk... What is that white stuff under your nose? Joey: Powdered donuts? Me: Or is ti crack