" Don't you have manners ? You need you knock the door before you enter someone else room ." A frown escaped his face.
Wait. What did he even considered himself . Paebelo Picasso ? Ofcourse his creations was better than Pabeleo Picasso himself but still this guy was a patient in a MENTAL ASYLUM.
Which means he's crazy ! He's a freak and he has no right to talk to someone superior than him .
Why did I even sounded like I was the crazy one here ? He needs help and so I need to behave nice to him even though however he treats me.
Taking deep breaths .
" I just came here to tell you that all patients have to leave for lunch." said I
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