Immediately, I implemented my “ignore-the-crazies” therapy routine by pretending to read my pretend book.
As Dum Dum stood before me, he was hypnotized by my 6-foot flashing neon sign behind me which read, “I hate you! I hate everybody!” As I was triple ignoring him, he glanced over my desk filled with whips, chains, knives, and all sorts disciplinary weapons that I use to control my deranged yet adoring patients.
“Wow-wow-wee, you’ve got some nifty-neat toys, Dr. Dingy Ding Dong. Can I play with them? Can I, can I?” he beamed with childlike excitement.
Then without warning I slammed my pretend book on his beak and shrieked, “My name is Dr. Ding-a-Ling, not Dingy Ding Dong. Stop annoying me, you crazy lunatic of a Dodo irritant dressed in a superhero costume monstrosity. Can’t you see I’m reading a book on irreversible lobotomies?”
“What’s Love-botomy mean?” He asked with a mongoloid smile while rubbing his humongously grotesque Santa Claus belly.
|