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| Ms.V: *not hearing* I�ll show you a card and you tell me what you see *holds up card with an inkblot on it* What do you see here? Dilly: *grins as an image comes to mind* Van�s head on a platter. Ms.V: And this? Dilly: Van dieing a horrible fiery death. Ms.V: This? Dilly: *sniggers* Electrified Van. Ms.V: This? Dilly: Van kebob. Ms.V:*holding up yet another and losing her patience* Let me guess. Van dieing some horribly painful death. Dilly: *gives her a Look* Are you wacked? That�s a butterfly. Ms.V: *sweatdrop* Ookay. *latches on to a new topic* Why do you hate Van? Dilly: *sniffles* He disfigured my beautiful face! *shows her his scar, sobbing uncontrollably now* Ms.V: It didn�t really change your face. *Dilandau stops and glares at her* Dilly: Are you saying I was Always this bad looking?!?! *gets to his feet, pulling out his sword* Is that what you�re saying?!?! Ms.V: *thinking quickly* You should go soon. I have to get ready for my next patient. *checks list* �Van Fenal� should be here by now. Dilly: Van Fenal, here?!?! *his voice rises until it disappears* Ms.V: *nods savagely* And �Folken�. As I recall he had something in his arms. Dilly: *doesn�t seem to realize there is no way she could have known this* Mr.GGUUUGGGGGLLLE!!!!! *runs out screaming* Ms.V: *locks door* Whew glad that�s over. *erases something on her notepad and blows away debris* Oops, misspelled �sociopath�. *pauses to sniff air* Why do I smell something burning? *looks around to see a raging fire where the match had landed* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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