It was a sunny day, on 140 Greenwich Street - and Clirk Klictoferman had just finished his morning coffee from his trademark menstrual mug. Meanwhilst, a conversation began outside between two women in the waiting room. "So, is this your first time here?" "Yeah, I just moved" "You know, they call him the vagine whisperer for a reason" The second women chose not to dignify that with a response. After hearing the conversation (and lack thereof) Clirk's ashamed assistant approached the second woman, informing her that her appointment was due.

As she entered the room, the first thing that struck Clirk was her enticing fishy perfume. Clirk recognised the smell - mackerel - he had worked on a fishing boat in greece before illegally immigrating to the states to work as a gynaecologist. After some consultation, and some signing of waivers - Clirk began his practice. He put on his latex gloves - and quickly realised that the mackerel smell was not perfume. However, as he began to inspect the cysts on her vaginally wall - a voluminous, earthquacking impact shook the building. Drawing the blinds open - just as he had suspected - they'd hit the world trade centre. Sensing another on its way, he ran into the forum - and using his P-SP, sensed that his assistant was on her period. Clirk quickly dashed towards her, pulling off her skirt and shooting down the second plane with a heavy stream of menstrual blood. "Just another day in the life of the Vagine Whisperer" said Clirk, instantly charming those in the waiting room and putting them at ease. He put his headphones on and listened to his favourite song - Prom Queen by Lil Wayne, whilst relaxing and watching everyone flee the premises. The next day, a swarm of reporters swarmed Clirks apartment. Emerging in his bath towel, Clirk opened the door and was blinded by the camera flashes. Closing the door, he glanced down at his phone and saw that his befuzzkled face was already the front page of the new York times. Having seen the future; Clirk knew this was the best outcome. He just prevented the Iraq War.

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