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"Is everyone feeling better today?" asked the good doctor as she took in the sights of the room. Most of the hair had been picked up and was now loosely glued back on its rightful owner, who looked only slightly embarrassed.

"NO!" screamed Harper and looked around nervously.

Beka was dosing in her chair and Rommie was muttering to herselves. Tyr was sitting straight and sullen and Trance looked a little sick.

"And then was I was thirteen…"

"Dilbert, please we can't go on about what happened yesterday."

"I thought that was the point of therapy?"

"Not anymore," Dr. Piddle said, "Trance lets start with you today."

"Me?" Trance said happily. "Well, today I tried sushi and I don't think it liked me too much, it bit me."

"Was it alive?"

"Well, I couldn't even harm the fish to eat it so yes I tried it when it was," Trance said.

"Trance, you have to kill the fish and eat it raw."

"But that's so mean!" Trance exclaimed horrified.

"And then when I was fourteen…"

"Dilbert, tell me why you don't think your not special," Dr. Piddle said.

Dilbert began to wail and no one could understand the words that came out of his mouth.

"Um, okay, moving on. Harper, tell us why you were wrong."

"I didn't think one-legged men could run that fast," Harper said dazed. "But I was wrong."

Dr. Piddle stared at him and Harper put his head down again traumatized.

"One time when I was fifteen my younger brother broke the closet, OH MY GOD…"

"Thank you Dilbert. Rommie, yesterday you said you didn't see the point in this and yet today you say you don't want to be here."

"Bite me, lady."

"Rommie, are you sure you don't want to share your feelings?"

Rommie gave her a glare that even make Tyr reconsider.

Dr. Piddle coiled back and turned to find someone who was more willing.

"Tyr, you said you still like violence."

"Yes, it clearly shows who's inferior, by who wins," Tyr said.

"And who wins?" The Doctor asked shuffling through her papers.

"I do."

"All the time?"

"Is that a challenge?"

Dr. Piddle looked up quickly.

"I'm not here to challenge you Tyr, I'm here to be your friend."

"I don't need friends."

"Is that why you think you need this therapy?"

"I don't need it, I work wonderfully with my violence."

"Do you all agree with that?"

Harper whimpered under his arms, Dilbert was clearly still talking about the closet, Rev and Trance were discussing sushi recipes, Beka was humming to herself and Rommie was glaring at Dr. Piddle.

"They do," Tyr said.

"Yes, I can see that," Dr. Piddle said shortly. "Rev, you go next."

"Well, yesterday, after therapy I needed some juice to calm down and then accidentally, I broke the juice container."

"HEY! I WAS BLAMED FOR THAT!" Beka yelled.

"Well, I'm sorry Beka I didn't know."

"Liar you blamed it on me!"

"No, I didn't, um the Way works in strange ways, Beka."

"You lied Wayist?" Tyr asked.

"No, I just didn't see the need to correct anyone!-"

POOF!

It was silent as the chunks of fur, still glued together in some places floated gently down to cover the room again.

"I think I hear the Way calling," said the naked Rev as he ran out the door.

"I'm afraid we have to end this session early again today."

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"Hello my name is Sabith and I drank ants."

"Hello Sabith."

"Hello my name is Cate and I have double-jointed fingers."

"Hello Cate.

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Sabith: I have a confession to make, Dilbert doesn't have a brother, but I do, and today, he broke the closet.

CateRBlack: it's funny cause it's true.

Sabith: It's funny because we fixed it.

CateRBlack: well I thought it was funny before we fixed it.

Sabith: You would.

Sabith and CateRBlack: Tootles.