Title: Chauvelin In Therapy
Author: Zath Chauvert
Rating: G
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Disclaimer: Most of Chauvelin's lines are variations of the lyrics to "Madame Guillotine," by Frank Wildhorn (music) and Nan Knighton (lyrics). No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just having fun at ChauChau's expense.
By Zath Chauvert
"Tell me about your maman."
"Well, Madame's my goddess of justice, but she's a hungry queen, so we have to keep giving her more to bite..."
"Oh really?" **shrink writes in his notebook**
"Yeah, she sings to all the traitors as she kisses them..."
"Go on." **writes some more**
"She possesses everyone in her breathtaking hair-razing bed..."
**shrink glances at his notes** "Citizen, was your mother what we would call 'a free woman'?"
"My mother? I was talking about the guillotine!"
**sighs, tears the page from his notebook, and throws it away** "We're going to have to schedule more sessions..."