I'm finally out of the asylum!
And all better!
Or are you?
I am! I really am! And nothing you can say will make me insane!
What about...
Don't!
I am the…
No! Please! I have to be on my best behavior!
FEAR ME. I AM THE…
Stop! Don't do it!
STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
Ooooh…somebody's angry
*breaths deeply* I'm under control. Now, why was I mad again?
BEcause I would let you say… oh crap.
Oh crap? Why can't I say that?
Maybe I'm not the ONLY insane person…
Well, technically, we're the same person.
*twitch*
What the…? Oh- I remember now!
*twitch* remember what?
Well… hey! Where did all the spoons go?
*twitchtwitch* I don't know. Nooooo idea here.
Bri.
*twitch* I SAID I DIDN'T KNOW.
*rolls eyes* I thought we got through this spoon collecting stage…
I HAVE A PROBLEM, OK?
Oooh…touchy touchy… maybe you'll be nicer to the… PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS!
NOOOO!!!!!! *throws spoons hidden in various places into the air*
I DEMAND ALL THE SPOONS BACK!
*Scurrying around to get the spoons* Never! I'll never let you have them! NEVER I TELL YOU!
ANSWER TO THE PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS!! B.O.W. TO ME AS I DRINK THIS REFRESHING COCA COLA! NOW IN DIET AND VANILLA!
NEVER!!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!! *TWITCH*
*Bri now continues to stuff the spoons into her clothes; in her pockets, socks, shoes, tuxedo jacket*
GIVE ME THE SPOONS OR I SHALL SMITE THEE WITH THIS *NEW* REMIXED CD OF OLDIES SING BY NEWBIES!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Note from Author's Doctor: During our daily check-up with Bri in her cardboard box, we found her wih millions of spoons strewn around it and in her clothes, jumping up and down hysterically, name-dropping, and twitching uncontrollably. Also, we found her with the tuxedo top that was stolen out of Antonio BAnderas' closet just last week. We are sad to announce that Bri has to go back to the intensive care ward before we can release her into the *wild* again. Please send her your well wishes.
