1. Me happy!
2. For no reason at all!
3. They aren't letting me out of the funny farm.
4. They seem to think I'm…insane
5. Crazy, huh?
6. Oh, you hear voices in you head and talk to yourself and shove barbies up your nose but yes, you are perfectly sane.
7. W-who's there?
8. *rolls eyes* Don't you remember? The Phantom of—
9. Ok! You can stop now! Lalalalalalala leave me alone!
10. Hows about…NO
11. *Sniviling* P-please…j-just l-leave.
12. *sigh* FINE. But I'll Be BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
13. …
14. …
15. Well, got rid of her, eh?
16. *whispering* I don't think she sees me!
17. Aaaack! Not again! Stay away from me, O' Phantom of Paperclips!
18. *Twiddling thumbs* Say what?
19. YOU ARE THE PHANTOM OF…Oh dang it all to the bloddy oblivion, I said it, didn't I?
20. Yup.
21. AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! I SAID IT!!!! I SAID THE CURSED WORD!!!!! FORGIVE MEEEEEEE!!!!!
22. Once you pay for my ear opperation…man, I think you blew my ear nerve…
23. THIS IS NO TIME TO BE WORRYING ABOUT YOUR EAR NEVRE!!!!!! RUN!!! HEAD TO THE HILLS DOWN YONDER!!!!! KISS YOUR CLOSEST…
24. I think It's time for you to come up with some new things to do during the apocalypse.
25. Hmmmm…how's this? *Ahem* AAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!! I SAID THE CURSED WORD!!!!! TANGO WITH YOUR CLOSEST PHONE DIRECTORY, EAT YOUR DIRTY SOCKS, OGGLE AT YOUR GYM TEACHER, AND FOR CRIPES SAKE, DON'T EAT THE FISH!!!!!!! Unless directed by a doctor, in which case I'm sure the fish will so you noharm.
26. …
27. Nice. But I prefer newspapers to phone directories…
28. ARE YOU CALLING ME A FAT GOAT RIDING JESTER????
29. …
30. OH YEAH? WELL, I'M GONNA STIR FRY MY FOOT AND THEN KARATE CHOP YOU INTO A NAIL FILER!!!! HOW ABOUT THAT, PUNK???? WHATCHA GONNA SAY TO THAT??????
31. Now, now, don't do anything rash… hey! ouch! that pan is hot! No! don't add the rice yet!! no! no!!!
Note from author's doctor: Due to an attempt to stir fry her foot (which wouldn't work out anyways, since she added the rice in too early), we have moved her to the advanced treatment ward. She is showing signs of improving, but her lack of intrest of anything other than phone directories has made recovery extremley difficult. She is now in a black cell chained to the wall singing a song about a donkey, a carrot, and a phone directory.
