Soo sorry I haven't updated... but comedy only comes when it wants to, ya know?
An hour and some aspirin later, the next suspect is due for interviewing.
Artemis: Stupid males... always feeling dominant...
Smith: Excuse me?
Artemis: Dumb boy... what?
Smith: I guess we're starting at your problem with the male species... So why don't you like males?
Artemis: Why WOULD you like males? They're filthy, digusting, stupid, annoying, promiscuous, and cheating!
Smith: Am I filthy, disgusting, stupid, annoying, promiscuous, and cheating?
Artemis: Yes.
Smith: (sighs and moves on to another bullet point on his checklist) Okay, and you think you're a goddess?
Artemis: I AM a goddess, mortal. (she sniffs)
Smith: What's your name?
Artemis: Why should I tell you that, mortal?
Smith: Because I asked?
Artemis: Damn straightjacket... (Struggles with the straitjacket she's been put in after killing the other therapist)
Smith is frustrated and sends the 'goddess' back to her rubber room.
Thalia is put in the hot seat. She's also in a straightjacket.
Thalia: What do you want? (Annoyed)
Smith: Do you think your redhead accomplice is a goddess?
Thalia: She IS a goddess.
Smith: *facepalm* Dear God, you people are insane!
Thalia: (PO'd) Zaps him with static electricity*
Smith: Ow! Ow! Ouch! *mutters* Shoulda had those sockets fixed a long time ago...
Thalia: Laughs to her self and struggles with her straightjacket. Her eyes perk up as she gets an idea.
Smith: *Goes to the mirror to get the grime from the zap off his face*
Thalia: *Pulls out the knife in her sleeve and starts hacking at the ties in her straitjacket*
Smith: Turns around to Thalia holding the same rock that hit him earlier.**
Thalia: Artemis. IS. A. Goddess. *growls* and hits him in the head with the rock. She is sent away.