The Dizaster Child
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The Catastrophe Factory
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The room is bare. White walls, 2 chairs, and a single table. A security camera sits up in the corner of the room, recording everything that is to go down inside this room today. One of the chairs is occupied... by a madman. Two men enter the room, one in a police uniform, the other in khaki pants and a nice button-down shirt.
COP: if you need anything, doctor, just hit the button on the wall by the door. I'll be right outside
The doctor sits down in the available chair. He places his briefcase on the table and opens it, pulling out some of its contents.
DR. LONG: I am Doctor Malcolm Long. I am a psyche evaluator here at the Blackfield Asylum. First off, I want you to know you have nothing to worry about. I am a very easy-going guy, here to help.
The room sits silent for a moment.
LONG: hmm, ok. well looking over your file, I see that you have refused to give the officials a real name. any reason for that?
Again, silence.
LONG: ok son, you're gonna have to talk to me at least a little bit if I'm to help you. I mean, you've been here almost 2 years, escaped 3 times, and are looking at the electric chair in a matter of days. yet you sit there with grease paint and a smile on your face. I wan....
NEEDLES: (cutting off Long): then you know there is no hope for me. there's no point in talking to you
LONG: now dont go saying that. I believe almost everyone has a fighting chance, and if I can prove that you can be fixed, that might mean the difference between the chair and a cell
NEEDLES: and what if I dont WANT to be fixed?
LONG: then you choose death, and thats not my job. I'm here to help you and prove you can be a stable person, underserving of the chair or the needle
NEEDLES: whatever you say, doc
LONG: so lets start with the name. we all know Needles wasnt your birth-given name, so why dont you enlighten me here a little?
NEEDLES: I already gave these stupid fucks my real name.. its Needles. nothing more, nothing less
LONG: persistent, I see. ok, we'll just come back to this later. now, why dont you wipe that paint off of your face and let me see the real Needles Kane?
NEEDLES: fat chance there, doc. this paint dont come off
LONG: (tossing Needles a hand towel) here, humor me
NEEDLES: (tossing the towel back) ya know, you are REALLY pushing your luck and my patience here. if you want it off, then you can come over here and take it off yourself
LONG: ok ok, I dont want a fight
NEEDLES: I'm not talking about a fight. I want you to see that this paint does NOT come off for yourself. its been on for so long, the grease has seeped into my 3 upper epidermal layers, kinda like a tattoo. this paint is forever, and I wouldnt have it any other way
LONG: so you're telling me that the clown persona known as Needles is permanent?
Needles flashes Dr. Long a huge grin, then leans back in his chair, putting his size 19 clown shoes up on the table. He doesnt say a single word.
LONG: well there has to be some reason why you are the way you are. I dont that believe that all the crazies and murderers are just born wicked, and I dont think you are either.. tell me about your family
NEEDLES: why dont you read my profile a little more thoroughly?
LONG: (after reading a few key paragraphs) it says here you killed your father a year ago in that massacre in Los Angeles... and while you didnt know it was him at the time, you showed no remorse when the police informed you of what you did. how can you do that?
NEEDLES: how can he bring a whore into his home and father children with her? how can he let her bleed him dry, leaving his own kids to starve? those are far better questions that need answering, but since he's dead, I'll never know them
LONG: so the real issue is with your mother then?
NEEDLES: and Captain Obvious has arrived, ladies and gentlemen (mocking applause).. she was a fucking whore who didnt deserve anything more than the gutter my father found her in (pounding his fist on the table)
LONG: interesting... I had a patient about 20 years ago by the name of Walter Kovacs. you might remember his name from the news when you were younger.. anyway, he had the same mother issue as you. almost identical...
NEEDLES: you're really gonna compare me to that sniveling pussy?
LONG: I meant your disturbed pasts..
NEEDLES: I think its time for you to leave, doc.. I'm starting to get agitated
LONG: but we're making good headway here, Needles. I'm pleased with your progress, and its only the first day..
NEEDLES: and if you dont get the fuck out of here now, it'll be your last when the arm of this chair finds its way lodged into your skull..
Dr. Long quickly cleans up his paperwork and buzzes the officer to let him out.
LONG: I will be back, Needles. I'm convinced you can be saved..
ok, thats all I got for now. hope you likes
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