Joey's Mental Health
Chapter 1
A sad (in the crazy looking way) teen sat in a small room in which the walls were padded. The teen had wild blonde hair, blue jeans, and a green jacket. Yes it was Joey but he's in a mental state. His therapy begins in a few minutes. The people in the mental institute put him in a straight jacket, but it was only bad for him because he had an itch on his nose. When the officials saw him trying to scratch it on the wall they thought that his case was even more serious. 'Dis stinks,' he thought. 'It's like tryin' to scratch your nose on a pillow.' Joey was thinking all of this because after his previous run-ins with Seto Kaiba and Duke Devlin he had been mentally scarred by pooches. He could still think words but... "Joey Wheeler, the therapist will see you now." said an institute official. An old man with strange eyeglasses and a pen and notepad walked in. 'Dis' guy smells funny,' thought Joey. "Now then, Joey Vheeler, vhat seems to be ze problem," "Woof." Joey answered. "Vhat?" asked the therapist. 'Heh, he says 'what' all funny," Joey thought. "Woof." Joey barked again. "Vhat? I still did not quite get that." said the therapist. 'Heh Heh Heh...' Thought Joey. *~Hours Later~* "Are you saying, voof?" asked the therapist. 'No I'm sayin woof." Joey thought. "Woof." Joey said again. "Is it voof?!" asked the therapist frantically. "Woof." Joey said yet again. "You cooperate none! You are driving me mad!" yelled the therapist. 'Yeah, here it comes. Wait for it.' Joey thought. "Arf." he said. "Arf? You now say arf?" asked the therapist with a crazed look on his face. "Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! AAAAAAARF! Ze horror! Ze pooches! Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" shreiked the therapist as he ran out of the room and down the hall. The official caught him threw a straight jacket on him and put him in a padded room with about 3 other men and a sign above the door that said "Therapists" "That's the fouth one this week, Joey Wheeler." said the official. "But we'll get you tomorrow." 'Heh Heh...An' it's only Monday.' Joey thought.
Chapter 1
A sad (in the crazy looking way) teen sat in a small room in which the walls were padded. The teen had wild blonde hair, blue jeans, and a green jacket. Yes it was Joey but he's in a mental state. His therapy begins in a few minutes. The people in the mental institute put him in a straight jacket, but it was only bad for him because he had an itch on his nose. When the officials saw him trying to scratch it on the wall they thought that his case was even more serious. 'Dis stinks,' he thought. 'It's like tryin' to scratch your nose on a pillow.' Joey was thinking all of this because after his previous run-ins with Seto Kaiba and Duke Devlin he had been mentally scarred by pooches. He could still think words but... "Joey Wheeler, the therapist will see you now." said an institute official. An old man with strange eyeglasses and a pen and notepad walked in. 'Dis' guy smells funny,' thought Joey. "Now then, Joey Vheeler, vhat seems to be ze problem," "Woof." Joey answered. "Vhat?" asked the therapist. 'Heh, he says 'what' all funny," Joey thought. "Woof." Joey barked again. "Vhat? I still did not quite get that." said the therapist. 'Heh Heh Heh...' Thought Joey. *~Hours Later~* "Are you saying, voof?" asked the therapist. 'No I'm sayin woof." Joey thought. "Woof." Joey said again. "Is it voof?!" asked the therapist frantically. "Woof." Joey said yet again. "You cooperate none! You are driving me mad!" yelled the therapist. 'Yeah, here it comes. Wait for it.' Joey thought. "Arf." he said. "Arf? You now say arf?" asked the therapist with a crazed look on his face. "Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! AAAAAAARF! Ze horror! Ze pooches! Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" shreiked the therapist as he ran out of the room and down the hall. The official caught him threw a straight jacket on him and put him in a padded room with about 3 other men and a sign above the door that said "Therapists" "That's the fouth one this week, Joey Wheeler." said the official. "But we'll get you tomorrow." 'Heh Heh...An' it's only Monday.' Joey thought.