A/N: I can't write for Lock that well so I'm going to only spend about two chapters on his appointment. K? Good.
Disclaimers: Don't own NMBC, Fat Bastard, Almond Joy, or any of the NMBC characters……………damn.
"Welcome back, Lock." Dr. Freud was pleased with Jack's idea of using straightjackets to control the children.
Lock sneered. "Mmmhhnneeeugh…."
"Now, we talked about your brother at the first session. How's your relationship with him?"
"It's fine."
"Could you give me a little more detail?"
"We treat each other equally."
"How so?"
"I stab his leg with a harpoon; he stabs my leg with a harpoon. You know, that old 'Almond Joy.'"
"I see. Are you two always so, well, violent?"
"Oh no! We do way better than that! We almost died of massive blood loss once," Lock said with a hint of pride.
"Are you a generally angry person, Lock?"
"Maybe," he said like Fat Bastard©.
Dr. Freud sighed. "I guess we get to venture into your sick, twisted little mind to get to the root of your anger now."
Lock leaned against the back of the couch. "This should be fun."
The doctor sat in a chair near the sofa and began to take notes. Lock lay on the far side of the couch facing Freud.
Freud looked to lock. "Comfy?"
"I" Lock stopped at that.
"Why did you cease speaking?"
"Oh, I'm used to Shock and Barrel finishing my sentences. Anyway, yeah, I'm good, well, actually I'm bad, but I feel god on the couch, but I'm a bad-ass, but the couch is comfy, but I'm still—oh crap I've gone cross-eyed."
"Whatever dude. Now, why don't you tell me the first memory you have of your siblings?"
Lock sighed. "I remember back to when us three were just quick sketches on scrap-paper for Tim to show to Danny as character samples so he could have more inspiration to write the soundtrack. Excuse me." A small whimper escaped Lock.
Freud stared and blinked. "…………."