Dr mario slid his gaze over the clipboard. Time wasters. Pranksters.
He gave a small polite cough (translation: I hate you).
"You and your wife seem in perfect health Mr Climber. I can see no reason to exclude you from the fight."
"Oh,-"
"-yes. We're in perfect-"
"-health. That's hardly the-"
"-problem," Mrs Climber finished.
"Is it not?" Dr Mario said, finger edging towards the red button beneath his desk.
"No. The problem that-"
"-we seem to be suffering from is that we're backward-"
"-schizophrenic. We have one- "
"-mind and two bod-"
"-ies."
Glorious realization dawned on the face of the Dr.
"Oh, that! I see. That's not a problem is it? I mean no offence Mr Climber, but you're as weak as a baby without your wife."
The Ice Climber on the right gave a smug smile.
"That as it may-"
"-be, we want a separation and, sharing exact movements-"
"-and feelings is hardly helping us to forget-"
"-ourselves."
"My sympathies. May I enquire why you wish a separation?"
"BECAUSE HE'S A BASTARD!" the female Climber screamed, exercising free will for the first time in 20 years. "EVERY WHERE I GO HE HAS TO FOLLOW!
"I FOLLOW! YOU FOLLOW ME, BITCH!"
"People, please," Dr Mario soothed. "Now I have a number of treatments for your case. Number 1: a top of the range soul slicing machine, recently imported from Arctic Canada."
He gestured to the wall to a contraption made of a two cages, with a guillotine between them. A ferret was in the cage on the right, a young girl screaming, "give me back my deamon!" in the left.
"That does look-"
"-a little painful."
"Secondly…and I'd like you to hear me out here…I bludgeon Mr Climber to death and chainsaw his head off."
"We'll take it!" Mrs Climber yelled.
The sound something like a bag of meat being beaten by a table, then a chainsaw roared into the reception. After a long silence, the door opened and Mrs Climber left, thanking the Dr as he whipped at his reddened lab coat with a cloth.
"Next!"
He gave a small polite cough (translation: I hate you).
"You and your wife seem in perfect health Mr Climber. I can see no reason to exclude you from the fight."
"Oh,-"
"-yes. We're in perfect-"
"-health. That's hardly the-"
"-problem," Mrs Climber finished.
"Is it not?" Dr Mario said, finger edging towards the red button beneath his desk.
"No. The problem that-"
"-we seem to be suffering from is that we're backward-"
"-schizophrenic. We have one- "
"-mind and two bod-"
"-ies."
Glorious realization dawned on the face of the Dr.
"Oh, that! I see. That's not a problem is it? I mean no offence Mr Climber, but you're as weak as a baby without your wife."
The Ice Climber on the right gave a smug smile.
"That as it may-"
"-be, we want a separation and, sharing exact movements-"
"-and feelings is hardly helping us to forget-"
"-ourselves."
"My sympathies. May I enquire why you wish a separation?"
"BECAUSE HE'S A BASTARD!" the female Climber screamed, exercising free will for the first time in 20 years. "EVERY WHERE I GO HE HAS TO FOLLOW!
"I FOLLOW! YOU FOLLOW ME, BITCH!"
"People, please," Dr Mario soothed. "Now I have a number of treatments for your case. Number 1: a top of the range soul slicing machine, recently imported from Arctic Canada."
He gestured to the wall to a contraption made of a two cages, with a guillotine between them. A ferret was in the cage on the right, a young girl screaming, "give me back my deamon!" in the left.
"That does look-"
"-a little painful."
"Secondly…and I'd like you to hear me out here…I bludgeon Mr Climber to death and chainsaw his head off."
"We'll take it!" Mrs Climber yelled.
The sound something like a bag of meat being beaten by a table, then a chainsaw roared into the reception. After a long silence, the door opened and Mrs Climber left, thanking the Dr as he whipped at his reddened lab coat with a cloth.
"Next!"