GROUP THERAPY OF DOOM

[proverbmachine]

Mei is sitting in a room somewhere on the 13th floor (dun dun dunnnn). Her hair is tied up in a severe bun and she's wearing glasses instead of her usual contacts. In the room is a circle of chairs and placed significantly in the center of the chairs is a box of kleenex. Thus, she waits for people to arrive.

A sign on the door reads:

Are you

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[gigavilleocelot]

What is this, a fucking group therapy?

[cautiously takes a seat. He needs a refill on his medication anyway, so maybe she can help with that...]

[proverbmachine]

Welcome to the group, would you like to introduce yourself?

[gigavilleocelot]

[just saw her greet the other Ocelots]

[...] You know who I am, I don't need to introduce myself.

[proverbmachine]

[Purses her lips and give him a very serious look.]

Just do it, would you?

[gigavilleocelot]

[sigh] Formality?

I'm Revolver Ocelot. [No, my name is not public knowledge >:[ ]

[proverbmachine]

Thank you very much, Ocelot. Now then, do you have anything you would like to share with the group?

[gigavilleocelot]

I've got this chronic disorder, and it makes productive work very difficult.

Why- [sees another's back, pulls out his knife slowly, slaps himself, takes his medicine] ... As you can see.

[foxhoundmantis]

I can suggest a solution.

[gigavilleocelot]

If It involves your death in order to make a cure, I'm all ears.

[foxhoundmantis]

Well. There's someone whose death would stop you from backstabbing.

[proverbmachine]

[Mei Ling: Master Scolder]

No violence in group therapy!

[gigavilleocelot]

No, ma'am. I'm not the violent one. Ribby and rubbery here is the violent one.

[foxhoundmantis]

Oh, for the love of--that isn't violence, it's a perfectly reasonable and open expression of our attitudes towards each other which you should be encouraging in a therapeutic situation, slutface.

[Ocelot, have a ZZZZZZZZZZAP]

That's violence.

[a_sign_of_rain]

"...son, I love you. That's even better than мышечка."

[gigavilleocelot]

Do you know how terrifying the concept that you're fucking that is?

DO YOU?

You MUST have seen under that mask.

[foxhoundmantis]

[Deadpan as can be] He's just seen past appearances to the sweet and loving inner me.