Day 4 of Therapy

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Morgan Trudy: Welcome back everyone.

Zepp: Thank you so much. Really, I appreciate it.

Morgan Trudy: Okay… So did everyone do---

Mark: WAIT!

Morgan Trudy: What?

Mark: I have to go to the bathroom.

Morgan Trudy: … Okay… Hurry…

*Mark leaves room then enters one minute later*

Mark: There’s a dead body in the bathroom.

Amanda: JOHN!

*John enters room*

John: Sup

Morgan Trudy: Okay… So did we all do our homework?

*everyone but Jill goes wide-eyed*

Jill: Yes ma’am. *Gives three papers to Morgan and the pencil*

Morgan Trudy: Anyone else? Remember, you had to write down who you hated and why…

Everyone: Oh! Yes, *gives papers and pencils back to Morgan*

Morgan Trudy: Good. Now, before we share our essays, I will ask a question and we will all answer truthfully, got it? Alright, first question, what is something you feel you need to obsess less over?

John: Bathrooms

Amanda: Boys

Daniel: Drugs

Lawrence: Children

John: Whoa pedo *laughs*

Adam: Lawrence

Mark: The Earth

*everyone goes quiet*

Amanda: …W…What?

Mark: The Earth man, like, totally, Mother Nature is like my soul…. totally…

Eric: What crack have you been smoking?

Morgan Trudy: Okay, next question…--

*Peter enters room*

Morgan Trudy: Um… This is a therapy session, you aren’t aloud to disturb the patience; can you please leave?

Mark: Peter, my man! How’s it going brotha? *Mark gets up and walks towards Peter, then they do a handshake* Come to join the therapy, bro?

Peter: You know it.

Morgan Trudy: And who are you?

Peter: I’m Peter Strahm, and I’m sexy.

Mark: *Falls down laughing*

Morgan Trudy: Alrighty then…. Grab a chair and sit down…

Peter: *Takes a chair and sits on it*

Morgan Trudy: Alright, so, we have a new guest…

John: Hey Strahm, how’s it going?

Peter: Pretty good, you know, just chilling at home.

Mark: Haven’t seen you for awhile

Peter: Well… that’s probably because you killed me…

Mark: True my brother, that’s like, totally true.

Morgan Trudy: Alright... let’s share our homework now… First paper… let me read it. *proceeds to read the paper* I absolutely hate Cecil. He caused my miscarriage, and he JABBED A DOORKNOB THREW MY STOMACH! Stupid bastard. Oh, I also hate Hoffman, he made my whole face rip open. And that’s who I hate and why.

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