Why the hell do I have to go to an asylum! Everybody knows they always end up abandoned and haunted!

Ha! You're afraid of some haunted-to-be asylum? Pansy ass

Shut up! This is all your fault!

Why? You called me the whore queen!

Someone has to be if I'm the slut princess!

You're still on that?

Yes! I'm not a princess!

But I'm the queen.

Bitch. Oh, look, we're in a car.

Holy shit! We were abducted!

Yeah, by the government,

I KNEW IT! I NEVER TRUSTED THEM!

Because I screamed 'you're the whore queen 'when we were at McDonalds and are now being sent to scary asylum. Think back a bit.

Oh. But when did we get in a car?

I think it was in between 'You're still on that?' and 'Yes! I'm not a princess!'

"MISS HARUNO!" some lab coat shouted in my ear. "God, what's your problem?" My head hurts. How the hell can a dude sound so feminine?

Maybe if he had boobs.

What? Where'd that, oh, I see.

He's a she, you stupid pink haired slut.

You've got pink hair, too, and you're more of a slut than me.

But she's still a she.

'She's' got aftershave.

What? No way…

What!

"And you'll be the first girl." "What?" "You only got that last bit, didn't you?" "Yup!" Sighing, he tucked some hair behind his ear. "What's this place called anyway?" I asked as a large, white, creepy building came into view. "Konoha Mental Institution."