The break lounge is a quite big space.
It has couches, TVs, fridge, all the things you'd need.
It's much nicer than the one I went and had an episode.
The Dimitri dude gave me an identification ID; it apparently is of very high level.
It already stands for "Identification Document", dumbass.
Man, I really wish Kim would be here...
And then someone walks in.
???: Hey, are you the one that the boss wanted to see?
"umm, i guess so?"
???: OMG, this is like, so cool!
"who even are you"
???: Oh sorry, my bad. My name is Hubert Larousse, just call me Hugo.
He wears a peculiar hat and a spiffing coat, I tell you that.
"right, Hugo; just call me buddy"
Hugo: What's the matter? You look down in the blues.
"it's because he told me to stay here until they do 'some tests' on me"
Hugo: Oof, that's rough.
"and i cant even go to my place, that's why im here"
Hugo: Hmm... wanna visit another universe with me?
"wha- you allowed to do that"
Hugo: Got the clearance for it, aaand it seems you do so.
No fucking way.
"really?"
Hugo: But first, you should change clothes; you look like a loonie.
Huh, how could it possible be??
"um, ok"
Hugo: Here, take my locker keys and find the wardrove admin and ask for "classic clothes"
"aight, see ya"
...
Well then, we ougth to see the rest of this.
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The Schizoid
Ficção GeralDISCLAIMER: This work of fiction is for entertainment purposes only and it is not representative of real schizophrenia. And it if has been used in poor taste, i didnt know. This man is in a room. His trials and tribulations are in. What will he do?
