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"So after you returned to bash Andy's toys about their heads, what did you do?"
Sid fiddled with his thumbs, grinning slightly, "I put my life-long obsession to rest."
"You're enrolled in a community college I hear?"
"Yeah, dentist assistant."
"And, uh," The psychologist pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up, "How did you do it?"
"Get into college?"
"No, uh, bash them about the head."
"Well," Sid grinned, "After I managed to convince the cop that that Andy kid had stolen that purple plush bear from Construct-a-Teddy, the guy 'legally' allowed me to use that little black bat thing cops never use anymore and beat the living crap out of those toys."
"And you say the toys were… evil?"
"Yes," Sid acknowledged casually, "Demon possession. I called Rev Stalks shortly after the ordeal to bliss that Bonnie girl's back yard. But I still said Andy stole the bear for her and… they didn't believe that much. At least that demon-toy owning child is in prison."
"Andy was good, you baddie man!" Bonnie cried.
"Quiet, Bonita, your mummy and I are getting therapy!"
From Sid, the line of red chairs went down the room.
These featured Bonnie, her mother, her grandmother; and a purple bear who didn't move.
"See that bear…" Sid pointed down at it ominously.
"Yes," The psychologist furrowed his gray-white eyebrows.
"That be the DEMON bear! He even talks too!"
"Hmm." Bonnie got up and squeezed it's circular stomach.
"I love you," it said in a deep voice.
"No! It says, 'I'm a bear, damnit!'"
"Well, maybe… we should try having separate interviews in the many chapters to come."
"You mean," Sid turned to him incredulously. "The author's going to… continue this!"
"Possibly through out the summer." He nodded.
"Well!" the twenty-five-year-old faced the ceiling. "She better come up with good ideas."
Little did they know, the author was trying.
To be continued…
