The people at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota were alarmed to learn 
that a Satanic Health Care Facility was being constructed in their state on the 
extreme western tip of Lake Superior.

Those living in the vicinity of this project insisted that it was the work of a 
crew of devils and demons who had been observed by night emerging from the 
water in great numbers. The Mayo folks called in a priest, who traveled up to 
the scene so as to exorcise the demons. There he found the entire area 
surrounding the infernal infirmary shrouded in a dense blanket of unearthly 
darkness. By means of his cellular telephone, the exorcist got in touch with an 
electrical engineer of his acquaintance in St Paul.

Within hours that gentleman arrived, bringing with him a massive gasoline- 
powered generator and several large spotlights. Soon the site of the cursed 
clinic was bathed in blazing light from all directions. At first, the 
obstreperous darkness resisted the powerful light, but ultimately it did begin 
to evaporate. A dreadful chorus of howls and groans arose from the midst of the 
departing gloom. And then all was silent, and there, fully exposed, stood the 
dreadful domain of the diabolic doctors.

As the two men watched in awe, tiny cracks began to appear in the various 
surfaces of the edifice. As these multiplied, the building began to crumble 
under its own weight. Within minutes, all that remained was a monstrous heap of 
malodorous dust. The fiends who had occupied the fallen facility were nowhere 
to be seen. Protruding from the surface of the dust were rooftops of what might 
once have been an attractive metropolis.

"Look!" a voice was heard to cry from afar, "The evil is gone. We have our city 
back."

"Yes", cried another and yet another, and the inhabitants now could be seen 
creeping out of forest and thicket, directing their steps toward what had been 
their homes.

"Their land is returned to them", observed the engineer, "but no vegetation 
could survive beneath that pervasive layer of dust. I hope that someday the 
people may once again be able to surround themselves with flowers and bushes 
and trees."

"Flowers, perhaps. Trees, maybe. But bushes? In that city? Never. Never", 
observed the exorcist, shaking his head.

"How in the world can you be so certain?"

"You surely know, my friend," came the reply, "that when you have illuminated 
the imp hospital, what remains, however unshrubbable, must be Duluth."

[credit to Robert E. Robinson]