Author's note: Hey all you other people on this CSENTIMENTAL VALYOU coming at you with the new Therapist installment. For those of you, who like the story, thank you for being supportive. For those of you don't like it… we need to work on few things. One more note, for those of you waiting for your favorite character (Ritsuko, Misato, Kaoru, Hikari, or Tojo) give a shout. Sorry Shinji is coming in absolute dead last.

The Therapist checked the clip of tranquilizers; only two left! Since the EVA bunch had wasted all his other tranquilizers (please see case 3) he would have to be cautious from now on. Kaji, Asuka, and Rei had all been dealt with appropriately, and were now sane, somewhat. Asuka was now trying to conquer Europe in her Evangelion, Rei had her own home/garden/cooking/fashion/daytime talk show, and Kaji was now making love and millions of dollars as the spokesperson for Gillette. The Therapist looked out his bullet proof window and saw that most of the cast was still out for a long time, except for two people. Kensuke was draped in a poncho and muttering something under his breath while he clutched his M-16 rifle close to his chest. The other one, Hikari, was clinging to Tojo's face didn't notice Kensuke or anybody else except Tojo. Tojo just drooled on her. The Therapist, sensing no danger, played Guild Wars online with some friends of his.

A few hours past by as the Therapist slaved away, as he launched countless firestorms, power shots, and arrows at his foes, on Charr and poor noobs alike. He peered at his watch, as he roamed Ascalon looking for opponents to face him. It was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and his clients were still asleep. He thought he should check their pulses soon. Ah, the joy of being paid up front as a therapist: if one of your clients dies, it's one less sad sack to take of and you're paid for lounging around. Just then the Therapist saw black silhouettes lurking outside the exit. It was probably Commander Gendo Ikari saying there was another damn angel to take care of, but this time the figures tried to break down the door. The Therapist reached for his pistol when he noticed that Rei had left behind a bottle of blue hair dye. The Therapist walked over cautiously and picked up the bottle. He noticed the words "Highly Inflammable" written in big, bold letters on the bottle. He picked it up and ran behind the cover of his desk. With a sudden "CRACK!" of the door black-suited figures flooded the room. When they signaled "all clear," one of black dudes wearing a backpack with twin canisters, walked into the room. The Therapist recognized it as a flamethrower. The figures started to flee to outside of the door, as the flamethrower guy readied his weapon. The Therapist timed his throw to when the man opened fire. The figure clicked the igniter, and then The Therapist threw the can of hair dye towards the flame. The figure thought inflammable meant "not flammable" and was blown up instantly, leaving a huge hole in the wall leading to the Geo-front. Ah, the joys of the English language.

"See that suckers!" The Therapist yelled, "That's what happens when you try to steal my clients!" When the Therapist calmed down, he gazed at the huge hole that Rei's hair dye had made in the wall. "Geez," he said as he stared into the huge hole "does Rei have to her dye hair blue. She knows that hair dye is made of the same stuff as N2 mines." Then he heard more gunfire coming from the hallway, where the clients were! "Oh…damn," the Therapist moaned. "Who's shooting who?" The Therapist then walked out of his office and into a foxhole!

"Keep it down," hushed Kensuke "I think Charlie's around that corner." Kensuke thrust a Mossberg 500 shotgun into the Therapist's chest. "Here you'll need this."

"Ok, but first things first, how the hell did this damn foxhole get here!" screamed the Therapist. "And another who the hell is trying to steal my clients?"

"Live with it, we're being invaded by the JSSDF, Mr. Therapist. And to answer your other question, the foxhole is just a conveniently placed plot device."

"Plot device? You're telling me this is a damn plot device!"

"Shut it Therapist! They're coming!" Right on cue a squad of JSSDF troops came into the hallway. Kensuke turned up "Fortunate Son" by CCR to the max, and let loose his shells. The Therapist followed with a 3 shell salvo with his shotgun. Other squads came to help out the wounded JSSDF, and take over Kensuke's and the Therapist's position. The Therapist fired off until he had to reload, however Kensuke didn't wait to reload his M-16 and charged boldly with his combat knife in hand. With a few quick strikes with his knife, JSSDF squads fell before Kensuke's mighty knife. Kensuke walked back quite calm, even though blood was smeared all over his clothes, face, and knife. The Therapist made a quick note on his notepad: "This kid is a damn crazy combat junkie!" The Therapist leapt out of the foxhole, where he threw down his weapon, and walked towards the door. He looked back to see Kensuke trying to slit Shinji's throat!

"Kensuke, get a hold of yourself damn it! That's my job!"

"Oh, sorry…but he slept on a frickin' ambush!"

"Get in here now, Kensuke! You've got some problems and I'm here to fix them!"

"Yes sir." Kensuke said glumly as he dragged his feet into the Therapist's office. Finally the Therapist got fed up with him, and decided to kick Kensuke in the head. Kensuke landed head first into the wall, missing the chair by a few inches.

"CHILD ABUSE!" yelled Kensuke "CHILD ABUSE! CHILD ABUSE!"

"Oh shut up Kensuke, you were about to perform first-degree murder on Shinji. As a matter of fact, let's start with why you hate Shinji? I mean everybody's doing it, so why do you have to do it?"

"Because, he stole my spot for being an EVA pilot. It's not fair; I know all about military tactics, The Evangelions, geography of Tokyo-3, I mean I'm perfect for the job.

"Kensuke," the Therapist started "you know that everyone in your class could've been an EVA pilot. I mean how big is your class? 30 kids, 35 kids, around there probably, right?"

"There are only 9 of us, including the teacher."

"Geez your life does suck. You're the only one besides Hikari who didn't get picked."

"Shut up, I deserve better than being a lowly student."

"You're right, Kensuke. I don't deserve this job, maybe I should be Johnny Rotten, or the signer of a Punk-Goth band, so I can write the perfect song for this depressing drama called Neon Genesis Evangelion."

"Well, could you give me advice to improve my life, at least?"

"Well for one thing you could get rid of that stupid camera thing you always carry around, at least."

"No way, my whole life is recorded on this baby."

"Even you're peeping days?"

"Even my what…?" Kensuke asked with a stupid tone of voice.

"You know, those days where you stuck a camera in Asuka's, Rei's, and Hikari's locker to peep on them when they got changed. I think I found excessive drool on Rei's camera too." As the Therapist said this, Kensuke shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

"And here's one time you had to stuff yourself in locker, to act like a really, really, really sad guy. I kind of borrowed the tape without asking. Is this all right with you?" Kensuke just sat there with his mouth wide open.

RECORDING 3-15-2015

Asuka: Damn, it was a damn hot day today.

Hikari: It'll only get worse in July.

Asuka: How do you Japanese people stand this heat? In Germany, we always have refrigerators everywhere because of the beer.

Hikari: Because Japanese people can take it, Asuka. We've lived with atomic bomb remember? It was hotter than this when that piece of shit hit.

Rei: I don't think it's hot

Asuka: It's because you barely wear anything out there wonder girl.

Hikari: You know all this talk of heat is making me hot. (Takes off her skirt)

Kensuke: (inside a locker) Ohhhhh yeeeeaaaa, take it off Hikari.

Asuka: Did you guys hear anything?

Hikari: No.

Rei: No.

Asuka: I could've sworn that I heard someone. So Hikari, you told at lunch that you think your boobs have grown a little bit, right?

Hikari: Yeah, I'm now a size B.

Kensuke: (still in locker) Oh great, not the breasts, not the breasts. I'm going to pop.

Asuka: Still small Hikari, but do the thermal expansion joke with one of the guys. Their look is priceless. Just ask them what would happen if you put your hands over there breasts.

Hikari: Ok

Kensuke: (the loser is still in the locker) Crap, I'm going to run out of film, if they keep this up.

Asuka: Wonder girl, what's your bra size?

Rei: D

Kensuke: (he's still in the locker) HOLY SHIT!

Asuka: There is someone in here, check that open one.

Rei: There's a boy in here.

Asuka: I knew it, Kensuke get out of there, you pervert!

Kensuke: (finally out of the locker) Well hi; Tojo just stuffed me in here so I'll be leaving.

Hikari: No way! Nobody get's away at staring at my panties, and LIVES!"

Kensuke: Bye! (Runs towards the door)

Asuka, Hikari, and Rei: GET THE PERVERT! (Door opens to the girls' locker room, a whole class walks in)

Asuka: KILL THE PERVERT!

All girls in locker room: GET KENSUKE!

Kensuke: Oh crap (last we hear is one huge, destructive SLAP! Camera goes blank)

"Obviously, you have a peeping problem, as well as a gore problem." Stated The Therapist quite calmly.

"Ok, what do I need to do?"

"I recommend a long vacation, far away from Japan."

"I've always wanted to explore the jungles of Vietnam."

"So you can relive the Vietnam War? That's not exactly the place I'd suggest, but are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. I want to live my life long dream as Green Beret in Vietnam."

"Ok, whatever you say Kensuke. VTOL leaves in a few minutes. I suggest you get some vaccines before you go."

"Thank you! I can't believe I can finally do this! I'm so happy I could dance!"

"No Kensuke! Not here please! Over in the 'Nam wear I can't see you." And so another client left the clutches of the Therapist, the Therapist could relax for once. He glanced if any clients were awake. They were still out like a street full of lights. The Therapist maximized his Guild Wars screen and resumed his quest for sanity in cyberspace.

Epilogue: Kensuke arrived in the 'Nam where he started his journey of reliving the Green Beret days. Unfortunately for him, Green Beret's are overrated. He was swarmed by mosquitoes, bad rice, ammo shortages, and no woman. It was just him and his camera, until one the day when he was blown up by a 45-year old mine. Semper Fi Kensuke, you've taught us not to be as stupid as you and never to go war or the 'Nam for that matter.