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I don't own anything else that happens to show up in this fic.
Ensign Support Group
Telsa walked into the Therapy building and walked to the front desk.
"I'm here for the new job."
"Ohhh.you poor thing the last angel that had that group went insane."
"Went insane?"
"Yes, she ran out that door there yelling 'The Klingons they're after me!!' Ohhh.well hopefully your better trained."
"Trained? I'm a volunteer."
"Ohh.bless your soul."
The lady behind the desk handed her a five inch think folder for the support group she was too mediate. On the outside of the folder in big bold letters were the words:
Ensign Support Group
Under that was a list of previous mediators, there had been five before her. She read the reasons they had departed their job. Insanity, Insanity, Insanity, Drunk then Insanity, tried to kill her self but every attempt to do so was foiled by the fact that she was already dead.
Telsa sighed and walked down the hall to the door marked 'Ensign Support Group'. She stopped by the door and took a deep breath 'Well here it goes.' She opened the door and walked into the room. She walked over to her seat in the circle of chairs and sat down.
"Hello my name is Telsa."
"I HAD A TRIBBLE NAMED TELSA.BUT SHE'S DEAD NOW!!!" wailed one of the dead Ensigns.
"You can call me Tel if that's better for you."
"YES YES THAT WOULD BE MUCH BETTER!!!"
"Could you please lower your voice Mr.."
"MY NAME IS JOHN BROWN."
"Don't bother trying to get him to lower his voice, and you can call him Howler."
"Hmm.Howler.appropriate. And what might your name be?"
"I'm Gay Lord."
"Excuse me?"
"I said my name is Gay Lord."
"Okay."
"You can call him Ga, we all do."
"Okay, and who might you be?"
"I'm Zaphoid Is Fragged."
"Your what?"
"I'm Zaphoid Is Fragged."
"His parents had a bad sense of humor, but it is true he is fragged." Whispered the last member of the group.
"If he's here I would guess he was. And your name is?"
"My name is Garfield Punts Odie." He whispered
"JUST CALL HIM NEAR MUTE."
"Okay, Now that the introductions are done we can get down to it."
"Nope sorry no can do."
"Why not?"
"I have a tennis lesson scheduled in five minutes on the North Cloud." Said Zaphoid.
"Ya, I have to go have my pedicure." Said Ga.
"Sorry, but I have singing lessons." Whispered Near Mute.
"I HAVE TO GO TEACH MY YODELING CLASS."
The group got up and shuffled through the door.
"Wait." she yelled after them. But they had already left the building. Telsa walked slowly back to the room and to the adjoining office. She walked over to her desk and sat down.
"I'm going to need a lot of Tylenol." She rubbed the bridge of her nose then went to work writing up what had happened during the session.
Well Folks That's all for now. Hope you like it so far, I know it isn't that funny yet but if will get there. Any Comments on it would be greatly appreciated.
~Sven The Viking~
Ensign Support Group
Telsa walked into the Therapy building and walked to the front desk.
"I'm here for the new job."
"Ohhh.you poor thing the last angel that had that group went insane."
"Went insane?"
"Yes, she ran out that door there yelling 'The Klingons they're after me!!' Ohhh.well hopefully your better trained."
"Trained? I'm a volunteer."
"Ohh.bless your soul."
The lady behind the desk handed her a five inch think folder for the support group she was too mediate. On the outside of the folder in big bold letters were the words:
Ensign Support Group
Under that was a list of previous mediators, there had been five before her. She read the reasons they had departed their job. Insanity, Insanity, Insanity, Drunk then Insanity, tried to kill her self but every attempt to do so was foiled by the fact that she was already dead.
Telsa sighed and walked down the hall to the door marked 'Ensign Support Group'. She stopped by the door and took a deep breath 'Well here it goes.' She opened the door and walked into the room. She walked over to her seat in the circle of chairs and sat down.
"Hello my name is Telsa."
"I HAD A TRIBBLE NAMED TELSA.BUT SHE'S DEAD NOW!!!" wailed one of the dead Ensigns.
"You can call me Tel if that's better for you."
"YES YES THAT WOULD BE MUCH BETTER!!!"
"Could you please lower your voice Mr.."
"MY NAME IS JOHN BROWN."
"Don't bother trying to get him to lower his voice, and you can call him Howler."
"Hmm.Howler.appropriate. And what might your name be?"
"I'm Gay Lord."
"Excuse me?"
"I said my name is Gay Lord."
"Okay."
"You can call him Ga, we all do."
"Okay, and who might you be?"
"I'm Zaphoid Is Fragged."
"Your what?"
"I'm Zaphoid Is Fragged."
"His parents had a bad sense of humor, but it is true he is fragged." Whispered the last member of the group.
"If he's here I would guess he was. And your name is?"
"My name is Garfield Punts Odie." He whispered
"JUST CALL HIM NEAR MUTE."
"Okay, Now that the introductions are done we can get down to it."
"Nope sorry no can do."
"Why not?"
"I have a tennis lesson scheduled in five minutes on the North Cloud." Said Zaphoid.
"Ya, I have to go have my pedicure." Said Ga.
"Sorry, but I have singing lessons." Whispered Near Mute.
"I HAVE TO GO TEACH MY YODELING CLASS."
The group got up and shuffled through the door.
"Wait." she yelled after them. But they had already left the building. Telsa walked slowly back to the room and to the adjoining office. She walked over to her desk and sat down.
"I'm going to need a lot of Tylenol." She rubbed the bridge of her nose then went to work writing up what had happened during the session.
Well Folks That's all for now. Hope you like it so far, I know it isn't that funny yet but if will get there. Any Comments on it would be greatly appreciated.
~Sven The Viking~