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Chapter 8
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"Name?" Dr. Smartzki asked Knives while glancing at a piece of paper.
Silence echoed throughout the room.
The doctor looked up and saw that Knives was still glaring at him with very angry eyes.
"How did these insects capture me!?!" Knives thought in anger and confusion, "How dare that creature speak to me!?! I cannot believe this inferior life-form believes that its question warrants a reply from ME—me, a SUPERIOR being!!!"
"Name?" the psychiatrist repeated a little less sure of himself, as he noticed that his patient's eyes were narrowing at him. Knives was starting to creep him out.
"Sir, could you please just tell me your—" the doctor stopped suddenly to look at his hand which was slowly rising up from his desk on its own.
"Wha?" the doctor said confused. And then, his hand fell back to the desk again.
Dr. Smartzki's eyes went wide as his hand started moving upward again.
"AAAHhh!" Knives suddenly cried out in pain, and the doctor's hand fell back on the desk.
While the doctor took a moment to examine his hand curiously, Knives was silently cursing to himself in his mind.
"Curse my pain!" Knives screamed in his aching mind, "If it wasn't for this horrible headache I would have twisted that wretched human inside-out!!!"
The doctor looked back over at Knives who looked so mad that he could of sworn he was about to start foaming at the mouth.
"Okey, dokey, Mr. Knives," the doctor said in a calm monotone, "Do you think you can tell me your name, now?"
Silence.
Knives growled at him slightly and gave him another death-glare-of-impending-doom. "That insect—that spider does not even deserve a reply from me—the great and superior, Knives!!!" he thought as he stared down the doctor.
The doctor blinked slightly, "Oookey, doookey…"
"…could you tell me your…occupation?"
Silence.
"…how about the date…could you tell me what day it is?"
A cold glaring silence.
"Rrrrriiiight…" the doctor spoke slowly, "Um, nurse could you come here a moment."
Knives turned his head slightly just in time to see a very large burly nurse-man in a big white coat with a very large syringe. Knives tried to jerk away, but another huge guy came from behind to grab him and hold him still.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Knives yelled as they stabbed the needle into his arm.
"YOU!" Knives screamed madly at the doctor, "YOU GAVE ME A SHOT IN THE ARM!!!"
"There is nothing to worry about Mr. Knives," the psychiatrist said plainly, "I just had the nurse give you some medication to give you a nice calm feeling for the next twenty minutes or so…hopefully it'll loosen you up enough to answer our questions…"
"I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" Knives screamed, "I will kill oooooooo…Whoa…"
Knives' pupils became huge, "Wha?"
"I will k—maim you all!!!" Knives continued yelling at the doctor, he was feeling weirder by the moment.
The doctor watched in amazement.
"…I will mai—beat you…hurt you slightly…no—poke you with a pointy stick," Knives' voice had started breaking, "I shall sit on you and laugh maniacally…I will…I will…"
Within moments, the medicine had almost completely coursed through his system.
Knives smiled a crazy smile, "Let's sing a happy happy happy happy happy happy song…I know a gooooooooooooood one. Bwa HA Ha ha…zzzzZZZZZzzzzz…"
The doctor could only stare at his patient before turning towards the nurse in a somewhat disdainful pose.
"…Perhaps…you gave him too much."
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A few hours after what Vash came to remember only as the 'prune-juice-incident', he found himself lounging about in none other than the lounge area. He had just seated himself in a nice comfy green chair and was preparing to take a much needed nap. But, yet again, fate decided that he had not seen the last of his trials that day.
"Hello, sugar."
Vash looked to his left to see another recliner in which was seated a really short old wrinkly lady with a white fluffy afro. She had on triple thick purple-rimmed glasses, a pair of hot pink pajamas, and was wearing way too much makeup.
"Uh…hello." Vash gulped. The old lady was scooting closer to him.
Vash grimaced as she reached out her arm that was bony and the skin was hanging off of it like a bat or something. She touched his head and started feeling and pulling on his beautiful golden spiky hair.
"My, my," the old lady said in a disturbingly sexy voice, "I do believe that that is the nicest toupee I have ever laid eyes on."
"Hey!" Vash wined in an annoyed and insulted voice, as he tried to pry her fingers out of his hair.
But to his surprise, she took this opportunity to grab him by his left arm and pull him closer to her. Vash yelped in surprise.
She pulled him closer to her face and then began to speak, "I saw ya a little while ago running to the bathroom like that…You were so…energetic…"
Vash's eyes widened.
"…I like that in a man!"
Vash panicked and tried to escape from her grasp, but he only succeeded in falling on the floor on his head with his legs bent underneath him. But, the old lady was still holding on to his hand real tight from the chair she was still sitting in.
As Vash scrambled to get back up and get away, the old lady smiled and cooed at him, "Oh! I love a man who's flexible."
"AHHH!" Vash hollered as he stood up and tried to pull his arm away from the old lady, but he wasn't sure what to do…if he tried to get away too fast, he might hurt her arm…or cause her to fall down…or—
"Come here, sugar!" The old lady called to him, making kissy lips.
"But, uh…um…" Vash was trying to figure a way out of this situation, "I don't even know you!"
"Yes you do," the old lady sounded a little insulted, "We were introduced a moment ago—I'm Petunia!"
Vash wined slightly as he desperately tried to pry Petunia's fingers off of his arm. He had a fleeting thought of just detaching his entire fake left arm…but no…that would probably give the poor old woman a heart attack—not to mention everybody else in the room.
Vash tried to think quickly, "I'm too old for you!" Vash wined, "It would never work out!"
"I don't mind, honey!" The old lady replied as she continued to grasp his arm.
"Guh! Uh! Ah!" Vash grunted as he finally pried the woman off of him, "Yea! I'm free!" He yelled as he sprinted off in some direction to hide.
"Poo." The old lady grunted as she put her hands on her hips, "That was the best chunk of man I've seen in these parts in 13 years."
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A total of 19 minutes had passed since Knives had been injected with the strange medication. During that time he fell asleep, snored for a while, talked in his sleep, woke up, sang a song, threatened to give everyone hugs, and then—
"Why always the fighting…Can't we all just get along…" Knives said in a sing-song voice as he watched the doctor arguing with the nurse over the fact that the doctor believed that the nurse gave Knives a little bit of an overdose of medication.
Dr. Smartzki sighed as he sat back down in his chair.
"The twenty minutes are almost up," the doctor said plainly to the nurse, "The medicine is about to wear off…"
Knives smiled as he opened his mouth to say something but stopped.
Suddenly his high and happy land started to come crashing down, and Knives' mind—at least according to him—became crystal clear.
Knives blinked for a moment. All of what just happened came flooding into his memory. Anger began to fill his emotions, but then he stopped. His anger was what caused him to be silent, and his silence was what caused him to be shot with that…with that stuff.
"Hmmm…" Knives thought maniacally and cleverly, "If they continue to shoot me with that stuff, I shall be unable to destroy them…but if I play along…"
"…I can lull them in to a false sense of security," Knives smiled evilly.
The doctor looked over at Knives with a slightly worried look on his face. Knives had the strangest look on his face—like he was off in his own happy world of destruction and mayhem.
"Ahem," the psychiatrist cleared his throat nervously, "So…are you ready to answer the questions now?"
"Yes," Knives answered with a blank look of calm and evil plans on his face.
The doctor smiled, "Ok, name?"
"You shall refer to me as your Lord and Master." Knives said plainly.
The doctor raised an eyebrow and scribbled something on the page, "Okey, dokey…occupation?"
"I am the Exterminator of the pathetic insects known as humans." Knives said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Uh…huh…" the doctor said, blinking as he scribbled wildly with his pen, "So…can you tell me what day it is?"
Knives smiled evilly, "Today is the day that you die."
Dr. Smartzki could only gape at him.
And this was Knives' idea of 'lulling them into a false sense of security'?!
"Nurse," the doctor said, "On second thought, perhaps you didn't give him enough."
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What happened to Meryl and Milly? Is Vash doomed to be assaulted by more old ladies? What lies ahead in Knives' Psych-Evaluation?
Find out Next Time!
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To Be Continued
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