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This is the guys they want me to talk to? It's bad enough these clowns are trying to analyze the human mind. I'm beyond textbooks. Oh well, I'll play.

"Depends on how often they 'visited' the body." What a joke. Oh well, just a little while until the shift change- I just have to time this right...

"You're not liked! How does that make you feel?" Ha, I love imitating the shrinky psychobabble this guy spews out. This might not e so bad after all.

"Don't worry chief, the guards are changing shifts." Finally. The guy who thinks he knows everything about what everyone thinks got fooled, big time. What did he expect from someone he himself labeled psycho? That little look of fear- there's so much more that isn't on his face. But this is a start. I might even be able to see sheer terror on his face. Fear isn't as good as pain, but it's something. I throw the teble at his 'buddy' and now I can finally focus on the shrink. I don't have a lot to work with but these walls ARE concrete. I wrap my hands on his tiny throat and bash him against the wall and he gasps in pain. Just a few more times... This is amazing! But his friend grabs me and I have to let go, though I admire the nice smear of blood on the wall. Maybe I killed him. He didn't suffer as much as I would have liked but it's enough. I'm wrestling the cop and winning but then the guards come in and use their batons. Perfect, I use their own system against them. They can't execute me until I recover from whatever they do to me. I can't help but smile even as I black out.

I just proved what a joke psychology is. I just out-shrinked the shrink.