"JOSH THIS IS NIT ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR." Said his mother as Josh chewed away, "you can't eat through your problems, literally!"
Over the years, Josh's mental illnesses had gotten worse and worse, to the point that the only thing that would make him semi-sane, was of course eating other things. Humans, to be exact, Josh had become a cannibal.
"MORE! I WANT MORE! IF YOU DON'T GET ME MORE MEAT I WILL HAVE TO EAT YOU," Josh screamed satanically, "and boy," he said, now quieter, "YOU KNOW YOU'LL GO TO H--L, YOU RASPY C--T."
His mother run out of the room. "Please, shut the door," the doctor exclaimed, "we can't let any of satans air get out of here." He chuckled.
"Why do you keep doing these lab tests? Why not, just," she sighed, "you know, put him to rest?"
"You know, here at the asylum,
we are not only just devoted to finding crazed souls, but also treating those souls." The doctor continued,
"As our culture seems to run and hide from the thoughts of mental illness, we run towards it, in the hope that one day, mental illness will become a fully treatable, diagnosable, and recognised illness."
Josh's mother laughed,
"Total b------t, this 'mental illness' you speak of isn't even real, just something you made up in order to run this crazed house. Look at all of these nurses in here, LOOK AT THEM. They are wasting their lives for something that you made up, you selfish b---h."
"But Cindy, I though you loved Jos-"
"Call me Cindy, eh? I am not no mother of a crazed crack-head. Shove a pole up his a--, for all I care."
"Cindy,
get the h--l out of my asylum."
Cindy never made it out of that asylum,
Just her body.
