You mean "Needleless," I believe.
I got shitloads of ‘em. Mother was quite generous, as well as a bit of a hoarder, and as it turns out... donating unused medical supplies after somebody dies is more challenging than one might think it would be.
Fortunately, I am well qualified for storing hazmat materials. I even know what to do with my father's white lead! (Stored next to the needles, of course, for ease of applicative use.)
I believe.
Never forget: They fell for “bat soup.” Punylings are
adorable.