Session three continued

"Good afternoon everyone," Dr. Piddle said as she took her seat in the make shift therapy room.

"Well hello there Dr. Piddle," replied Bob from the corner not taking his eyes off his broken pointy stick.

"Let's start with Beka today," said the good doctor as she flipped through her notes. The blond Captain was not looking like herself at all today. Her hair was frizzy and out of place and she had dark purple circles under her eyes.

"Well my problem is simple you see we have NO COFFEE!"

Dilbert choked on the coffee he was sipping and looked frightened at the fuming captain who was glaring at him.

"I-I REV GAVE IT TO ME!" he shouted throwing his hands in the air and dropping the cup of steaming coffee onto his lap.

"OUCH!"

"MY COFFEE!" screamed Beka as she scrambled across the table but was pulled back by Tyr who was enjoying Dilbert's pain.

"Dilbert, are you ok?" asked Dr. Piddle concerned.

"He got what he deserved," said Beka sitting back in her chair satisfied.

"Ok, um how about Harper tells us why pointy things scare him," Dr. Piddle said as she turned to face Harper, or to where he had been.

"Harper?"

"He, he, he, he, he."

All eyes turned to Bob who was giggling like a mad man in the corner.

"Bob?"

In way of response he pointed the end of his stick under the table. Harper was curled up in tight ball mumbling something about rusty kettles and pointy spoons. When he suddenly looked over at Bob who was now sharpening his broken stick. Harper let out a horrified whimper and bolted from the room.

"Well then, how about you Rev. Why have you turned to the bottle?"

"What?" he asked looking surprised.

"Your alcoholism," Dr. Piddle replied calmly.

"How did you know?" said Rev looking mortified.

"You just told us," Dr. Piddle said confused.

"Oh yes of course, well I but I-I-I just-"

POOF!

The room went silent as hunks of brown fur snowed down onto the crew.

"Well I think that I will just go and fetch myself a glass of juice, but you need not stop your lovely session on account of me," he said rising out of the chair.

"What kind of juice exactly?" asked Beka snickering and pretending to be drunk.

"And then when I was sixteen-"

"Dilbert, why don't you explain why liking crunchy things is a problem."

"Oh well it isn't it's just that sometimes the wood gets stuck in my teeth. And then I have to go through this big thing with Trance to get them out."

"It's true he does," chirped Trance "every second Tuesday."

"What are you eating exactly?" asked the good doctor moving away from him slightly.

"Pencils," he said cheerfully "HB pencils are the crunchiest."

"But they are the hardest to get out," said Trance in a distracted voice.

"Ok so moving on to… oh yes to you Trance," said Dr. Piddle professionally. "You said your snot was green."

"Well," Trance began. "You see, it wasn't actually mine," she finished looking innocently at Dr. Piddle. "Are you are alright doctor?" she asked concerned, "your looking a little green yourself."

"Right, um Rommie you said that you had better things you could be doing."

"Yes doctor I did, and I do."

"Don't you think your crews mental fitness is more important then running say maintenance?" asked the daring doctor.

"Yes, but why do I have to be here?"

"Because your part of the crew."

"I am a warship; I don't have time to go crazy."

"But your crew-"

"They are beyond help."

"Why do you say that?"

"I found them like this."

"Oh… Oh dear."

An uncomfortable silence followed as Rommie continued her death glare towards Dr. Piddle.

"May I speak so we can get this over with?" asked Tyr impatiently.

Looking down at her watch, Dr. Piddle frowned, they still had fifteen minutes.

"Alright, I mean of course you may."

"I continue to like violence, but I fail to like you."

"Oh, well um what does that mean?"

"You're the therapist, you figure it out," Tyr said menacingly.

"Why, if you don't mind my asking do you 'fail to like me'?"

"Because. Because I do not have a problem, and if I did I would not need a kludge to fix it for me."

"So why do you come?" asked Piddle looking insulted.

"Because, it is important to my survival for my crew to be 'sane'"

Without a response Dr. Piddle looked back to her watch Tyr had only taken up five minutes but she could not take another ten minutes with them today.

"Ok everyone times up, I feel that we made great progress today. Time sure does fly when you're having such fun and what not." She said ushering them out of the room.

"If, Dr. Piddle you are going to lie may I suggest you remove the clock from the room before hand," said Tyr's voice from behind her. "For next time." He added as he wandered out of the room.

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"Hello my name is Sabith and I cut myself with a spoon."

"Hello Sabith."

"Hello my name is Cate and I broke my wrist falling over a tomato cage."

"Hello Jackass."

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Sabith: WAZ UP?

CateRBlack: Sorry we took so long to update but we were…

Sabith: hiding, yes that's it, hiding.

CateRBlack: But that doesn't matter, it's in the past now…

Sabith: NO BOB NOT AGAIN/sobs in corner/

CateRBlack: right… we'll have to come back later… when Bob's gone.

Sabith & CateRBlack: Tootles!