CaptainWacky
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(Freddy and Veronica are sitting in the tv room, silent. No one else will talk to them. Even the nurses generally keep away.)
"Boy I can't wait for the third season of Joey to start!" said Freddy.
"Freddy, that show was cancelled. It was awful," said Veronica, growing ever more weary of his idiocy by the day.
"Well I am MENTAL you know! WHOO WHOO WHOO I'M A TURNIP!" and he took his shoe off and started biting it.
"Johnny, do you have any intention at all of getting better?" asked Veronica, seriously.
"Define 'better', biatch!" he said, still chewing on the shoe.
"Not eating shoes for a start," she said, reasonably.
"Eating shoes is who I am!" he said, doing a good job of chewing it apart now.
"But it's not SANE," she said.
"I'M CRAZY JOHNNY NOSE WHO DOES CRAZY STUFF YOU HOCAKE, DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME!"
"You can't go on like this your whole life! People are sane for a reason!"
"OH REALLY," he said, throwing the shoe onto the floor. "But that's BORING! I'm not going to become some mindless suit chasing the almighty dollar, no way, no gay!"
"You don't have to be boring you just have to...function!"
"Nah!"
"Well I'm going to try to do it, even if you aren't!"
"You'll fail, you have no legs," he said, coldly.
"STOP TALKING ABOUT MY DISABILITY AS IF IT'S A JOKE!" she screamed.
"Why, you do, ho!"
"And stop calling me a ho," she felt ready to cry. "I make jokes about my disability as a defence mechanism. I thought you knew that."
"Oh. I thought you did it because having no legs is funny."
"No, Johnny. No." They sat in silence a while longer, than Johnny got up and walked over to her, and hugged her.
"I need a bit hug sometimes," he said.
"That's fine...you could ask first though..."
"I'm just so lonely...I don't know what to do sometimes..."
"You could try talking to the therapist. I have been lately and it's helped a lot."
"Yeah, but she's made out of cheese."
"What?"
"I SAID SHE'S MADE OUT OF CHEESE, WHAT ARE YOU, DEATH AND LEGLESS? HONK HONK!" And he squeezed her tits, again and again. "HONK HONK, HONK HONK!"
"GET OFF ME!" She slapped him across the face. He withdrew.
"How dareth thou!"
"TALK LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING FOR ONCE."
"I can't!"
"Well stop making fun of me then! Listen! Try to improve yourself!"
"But that's for IRISH DENTISTS! ARR, I'M A PIRATE." And he sat on the floor eating his other shoe and didn't look up. She watched him, for a long time. Then she started to wheel herself away.
"Goodbye Johnny," she said.
"Going to cry yourself to sleep listening to Tori Amos on your iPod again? You're such a girl! Which makes sense, since you are a girl, and not a gorilla. You're such a gorilla! OOK OOK!"
"No. I'm going to get better. I don't think we should hang out anymore."
"Fine. I never liked you anyway, legless big-titted misery that you are. I hope you die. Bye!" And she left.
Johnny sat there for the rest of the day, chewing on his shoe and thinking mad thoughts. At one point he looked up to say something to Veronica, and remembered she wasn't there. It suddenly sunk in that she wouldn't be there again, and before he knew it, he was crying. That hadn't happened for a long time. He heard someone coming and wiped the tears away. It was the nice black nurse.
"Everything okay Johnny?" she said in her lyrical voice. "Anything you want to talk about? It would just be between us. Sometimes it helps to talk." Johnny thought for a moment.
"YOU'RE BLACK! GET BACK TO AFRICA, BLACKER! EWW, YOU SMELL OF BLACK! HAHAHAHA, HONK HONK! CAN I SQUEEZE YOUR BLACK TITS?" Then he started masturbating. The nurse shook her head silently and left him there. He didn't go to bed that night. He just lay on his back on the floor, occasionaly playing with his dick or the remains of his shoes. And nobody paid him the slightest bit of attention.
"Boy I can't wait for the third season of Joey to start!" said Freddy.
"Freddy, that show was cancelled. It was awful," said Veronica, growing ever more weary of his idiocy by the day.
"Well I am MENTAL you know! WHOO WHOO WHOO I'M A TURNIP!" and he took his shoe off and started biting it.
"Johnny, do you have any intention at all of getting better?" asked Veronica, seriously.
"Define 'better', biatch!" he said, still chewing on the shoe.
"Not eating shoes for a start," she said, reasonably.
"Eating shoes is who I am!" he said, doing a good job of chewing it apart now.
"But it's not SANE," she said.
"I'M CRAZY JOHNNY NOSE WHO DOES CRAZY STUFF YOU HOCAKE, DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME!"
"You can't go on like this your whole life! People are sane for a reason!"
"OH REALLY," he said, throwing the shoe onto the floor. "But that's BORING! I'm not going to become some mindless suit chasing the almighty dollar, no way, no gay!"
"You don't have to be boring you just have to...function!"
"Nah!"
"Well I'm going to try to do it, even if you aren't!"
"You'll fail, you have no legs," he said, coldly.
"STOP TALKING ABOUT MY DISABILITY AS IF IT'S A JOKE!" she screamed.
"Why, you do, ho!"
"And stop calling me a ho," she felt ready to cry. "I make jokes about my disability as a defence mechanism. I thought you knew that."
"Oh. I thought you did it because having no legs is funny."
"No, Johnny. No." They sat in silence a while longer, than Johnny got up and walked over to her, and hugged her.
"I need a bit hug sometimes," he said.
"That's fine...you could ask first though..."
"I'm just so lonely...I don't know what to do sometimes..."
"You could try talking to the therapist. I have been lately and it's helped a lot."
"Yeah, but she's made out of cheese."
"What?"
"I SAID SHE'S MADE OUT OF CHEESE, WHAT ARE YOU, DEATH AND LEGLESS? HONK HONK!" And he squeezed her tits, again and again. "HONK HONK, HONK HONK!"
"GET OFF ME!" She slapped him across the face. He withdrew.
"How dareth thou!"
"TALK LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING FOR ONCE."
"I can't!"
"Well stop making fun of me then! Listen! Try to improve yourself!"
"But that's for IRISH DENTISTS! ARR, I'M A PIRATE." And he sat on the floor eating his other shoe and didn't look up. She watched him, for a long time. Then she started to wheel herself away.
"Goodbye Johnny," she said.
"Going to cry yourself to sleep listening to Tori Amos on your iPod again? You're such a girl! Which makes sense, since you are a girl, and not a gorilla. You're such a gorilla! OOK OOK!"
"No. I'm going to get better. I don't think we should hang out anymore."
"Fine. I never liked you anyway, legless big-titted misery that you are. I hope you die. Bye!" And she left.
Johnny sat there for the rest of the day, chewing on his shoe and thinking mad thoughts. At one point he looked up to say something to Veronica, and remembered she wasn't there. It suddenly sunk in that she wouldn't be there again, and before he knew it, he was crying. That hadn't happened for a long time. He heard someone coming and wiped the tears away. It was the nice black nurse.
"Everything okay Johnny?" she said in her lyrical voice. "Anything you want to talk about? It would just be between us. Sometimes it helps to talk." Johnny thought for a moment.
"YOU'RE BLACK! GET BACK TO AFRICA, BLACKER! EWW, YOU SMELL OF BLACK! HAHAHAHA, HONK HONK! CAN I SQUEEZE YOUR BLACK TITS?" Then he started masturbating. The nurse shook her head silently and left him there. He didn't go to bed that night. He just lay on his back on the floor, occasionaly playing with his dick or the remains of his shoes. And nobody paid him the slightest bit of attention.
