Disclaimer: All of the following chars. belong to Square-Enix
What happens, when the bosses face there toughest challenge ever, GROUP THERAPY!!!
(7 of the bosses can be seen in a VERY large room, they are seated in a circle of chairs.)
Therapist: Hello, and welcome, to Disgruntled Bosses Anonymous, I'm your therapist Frank, I'm not actually a therapist, but for me this will count as community service which puts me closer to probation. You are all here today to get over your many issues.
Raem: Issues? You callin' me fucked up! I'll eat yo' memories bitch!
Jack Moschet: Stop yelling! (eyes start to tear up) You sound like my wife. (sniffle)
Maggie: Shuuut up, you worthless excuse for a husband, you can even protect your own house from people 1/20 your size!
Armstrong: Whoa Maggie, calm down, here, try some of the shrooms growing on me. The colors you get to see afterwards are awesome! (Armstrong's eye bulges, swells up, and then the pupil shrinks to the size of a pinhead.) WHOA!!!
Giant Crab: Am I the only one normal here?!
Dragon Zombie: Everyone shut the hell up! Your making me angry, and when I'm angry, somebody dies!
(Just then, 2 goblins rush in, only one is carrying a ridiculously large sword.)
Iron Giant: WHAT?! Only one sword! (The goblin pleas and begs for forgiveness) That's it, DIE FOOL!
(IG proceeds to squish, considering how dull the blade his, the goblin with his sword. The goblins' bodies make a crunch sound, blood and goblin body parts splatter all over the room. Needless to say the rest of the group is standing there wide eyed, except for Armstrong who is pretty fucked up. IG then proceeds to soil the remains of the goblins.)
IG: Yeah! Teach you to not do as I say! (turns head to the rest of the group) Now what were we talking about?
Frank: It's going to be a very longtime till anyone of these freaks is sane, sigh.
IG: Who are you calling insane prison asswipe?!
(You can guess what happens next, blood ounce again flies everywhere, it even splatters onto a small window attached to the door of the room.)
Outside in the hall. The prison warden is talking to a real therapist.
Warden: As you will s when a prisoner acts as a therapist to other prisoners, they help each other.
(They walk by the room and see the blood covered window.)
Warren: Let's keep walking.
AN this chapter was short because it was only meant to be a prologue/introduction to the defects of the bosses.
