"Alright everyone my name is Dr. Piddle."

"Hello Dr. Piddle."

Beka sniggered in her seat at the far side of the table.

"Now that we have all introduced ourselves and some of our problems we can start working to fix them," spoke the doctor in a kind voice. "Let's start from the beginning shall we,"

"That's you Tyr," Beka said mockingly.

Tyr scowled at Beka then turned his attention to the doctor.

"You say you like violence," the good doctor said, "now how does that make you feel?"

"It makes me feel strong!" he exclaimed waving his fist in the air.

"Okay so umm moving on… Dylan oh I mean Dilbert how about you go next."

"Alright, well you see it all started when I was five…" began Dilbert.

Three hours later…

Dilbert was interrupted as Harper staggered into the room, his shirt tattered and missing a shoe.

"Oh my God Harper are you alright?" asked Dr. Piddle concerned.

"I-I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay how about you tell us about your bacon fat-"

"He just came out of no where and, and I couldn't stop him, and I just felt so alone," Harper wailed slamming his face onto the table and began sobbing incoherently.

"Okay Rev you next, you said you had a molting problem. Tell us about that."

"You see when I get very emotional sometimes and well I, molt," said Rev hanging his head in shame.

"Is there some shampoo you can use?" asked the doctor.

"I'm afraid not."

"And then when I was eleven-" Dilbert began again.

"Dilbert, no! I mean um you had your turn let's give Trance a chance," Dr. Piddle began rubbing her forehead.

"Oh, ok well it's very simple, HARPER killed Walter," she said calmly.

"It all happened when Harper failed to notice a glitch in his teleporter and BLEW UP WALTER!"

"Harper did you apologize to Trance?" inquired Dr. Piddle.

Harper looked up and wiped his eyes.

"Well um officially? No but it was implied… sorry Trance."

"Oh it's okay Harper!" Yelled Trance as she through her arms around him.

"Well I'm glad we figured that out" Dr. Piddle said.

"And then on my twelfth birthday…"

"Now how about turning our attention to Beka," Dr. Piddle interrupted.

"Umm what? Oh you want to know about my problem; well my problem is that Captain terrific over there doesn't seem to know the meaning of GROUP therapy!"

"I OBJECT! I DO TO!" protested Dilbert. "My problems are clearly more important than yours-"

"They are not; these are the problem we have with each other!" "Dilbert, Beka please-"

"Doctor, I have a problem with Beka! She's interrupting-"

POOF!

The room went silent as hunks of brown fur snowed down onto the crew. All eyes were on Rev who now resembled a plucked chicken stood up and spoke quietly.

"I have to go now," he said and abruptly left the conference room.

No one spoke until Dr. Piddle decided to end the silence.

"Um, I think that's enough for today, you may go."

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"Hello my name is Sabith and I just blew a snot bubble."

"Hello Sabith."

"Hello my name is Cate and did you know that raccoons are vicious?"

"Hello Cate."

Hey guys, um just to let you know everything we say we did ( for ex. I was attacked by a water fountain and CateRBlack has eaten sugar covered lard balls… MMMMM YUMMY!)

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CateRBlack: So what do you think so far?

Sabith: I LOVE IT!

CateRBlack: you would… and I wasn't asking you.

Sabith: Well what makes you think that matters?

CateRBlack: Sabith this is sort of your story, I was asking the readers what they thought.

Sabith: I read it to! But I see your point… yes what do you think? (They will answer now because they love me best…Right?)

CateRBlack: No.