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Doctor Josef Mengele-Perfectionist WARNING: SOME BAD LANGUAGE USED. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ     "Send in the next one," I told my assistant. He nodded and walked off, obedient as always. I smirked and washed some of my needles and pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. These were the only things that made it so I didn't have to touch them; they were so imperfect. Well, most of them were; this one wasn't so bad. This next one was the last of the day; she was always saved for last. That way, I could take as much time as I wanted to with her; my work required me to be very thorough.     "Quit pushing me you fucking Nazi!" her young voice ye