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maskurbatesDear Dr. Arkham,
Apparently it hasn't been brought to your attention yet, so let me do you a favor and tell you: inducing insanity is the shittiest treatment plan in the history of psychiatry. Every goddamn hallucination/attempt at deluding me further has been a waste of both of our time, even though I gotta give you points for the blonde. She was a nice touch, but nothing I couldn't imagine without the OD of sedatives or whatever the fuck you're using here. If I find out you told my lawyer I don't want to see his pussy ass, I will cut out your tongue and cram it so far down your throat that it will tickle your lower esophageal sphincter.
Hope the family is well.
Yours,
Roman Sionis
PS: When I say "hope the family is well" I mean it sincerely. But that's because I want the privilege of being the one to introduce them to the wonderful world of heated, blunt objects.
PPS: Food's better than last time, though. Good job.
Apparently it hasn't been brought to your attention yet, so let me do you a favor and tell you: inducing insanity is the shittiest treatment plan in the history of psychiatry. Every goddamn hallucination/attempt at deluding me further has been a waste of both of our time, even though I gotta give you points for the blonde. She was a nice touch, but nothing I couldn't imagine without the OD of sedatives or whatever the fuck you're using here. If I find out you told my lawyer I don't want to see his pussy ass, I will cut out your tongue and cram it so far down your throat that it will tickle your lower esophageal sphincter.
Hope the family is well.
Yours,
Roman Sionis
PS: When I say "hope the family is well" I mean it sincerely. But that's because I want the privilege of being the one to introduce them to the wonderful world of heated, blunt objects.
PPS: Food's better than last time, though. Good job.
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:30 am (UTC)[Click.
Eddie puts an ear against the door so he can listen for retreating footsteps, and curls his fingers around the handle, so he can make an immediate entrance.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:33 am (UTC)I'm busy talking to the other hallucinations right now. Get in line.
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:41 am (UTC)[He's carefully making sure nothing but his voice is audible.]
Do you see a window in your room?
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:47 am (UTC)...no...?
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:53 am (UTC)[But he's suspiciously looking around the room.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:02 am (UTC)[LOOSEN THAT GRIP, ROMAN. He'll shove this baby open if he has to.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:04 am (UTC)[Still leaning against the door, but now beginning to fume.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:07 am (UTC)[Eddie is probably enjoying himself a bit too much.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:09 am (UTC)[Too bad Eddie can't see Roman furiously eyeballing the walls.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:17 am (UTC)[Where oh where could that non-existent window be hiding.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:21 am (UTC)I would actually be excluded.
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:26 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2011-01-16 06:28 am (UTC)Wait. Why the fuck are you so concerned with the window?
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:30 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2011-01-16 06:32 am (UTC)What the hell are you talkin' about?
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:36 am (UTC)[He could probably kick the door open, but it'd hit Roman in the face and that wouldn't be fun for anyone.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:42 am (UTC)Oh my Christ, the Riddler is the voice of my subconscious.
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:54 am (UTC)My aim is hardly to cause you more distress. Do you see the window now, Roman?
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:56 am (UTC)Where's your window?
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:03 am (UTC)A snippet of advice: Lie down, get some rest. You're submerging yourself too far and too fast into a farce.
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:11 am (UTC)There's a two-way mirror in my room?
[Without delay, he pushes off the door and makes a beeline to the mirror, determined to pry it off the wall.]
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:19 am (UTC)Try not to break that. It'll be impossible to replace.
[He calmly closes the door behind him.]
Farce, by the way, is a light humorous play, but I do like that you took my clue so innovatively.
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