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[pausethetime]

--uck is going on here?!

[ So, you know the deal. It's the whole "I-just-got-here-and-I-have-no-idea-how" scenario you see every other month. This time, it's not a cute kid in awe or an adult being confused. It's an extremely cranky teenager with bad attitude pulling a grimace of both confusion and rage.Am I having, like, a big bad trip? 'Cause I

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[patchworkdoctor]

I don't know. [he'll just be rollin by on his computer chair, if you don't mind.] What did you drop?

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[pausethetime]

[ She stares at him as he rolls past on a freaking chair, blinking several times. She watches him, head to toe, eyes focused on that... nail... on his head... ]

... Probably a shitload of acids, because I'm seeing a dude with a screw on his head using a chair as his vehicle.

this may be the most acid trippy thing I've ever pointedly written. :|

[patchworkdoctor]

Actually, I do this all the time. [He stops, and glances at her.] And the screw is real. [He starts to turn it.]

[pausethetime]

[ WOW, DUDE, THAT IS SCREWED UP...

No pun intended. ]

Whoa, jeez! [ She puts her hands up, a sign for him to stop. ] Dude, that is so wrong!

[patchworkdoctor]

[He shrugs, turning the screw until it gives a loud and decisive KLK.]

It helps me think.

[pausethetime]

That is so fucked up... [ She sounds kind of grossed out, but she isn't really. ]

[patchworkdoctor]

[he shrugs.] It could be worse.

[pausethetime]

Oh, really? [ Sarcasm, yup. ] How so?

[patchworkdoctor]

It could be bloody. [He pauses.] Or I could give you one.

[pausethetime]

Whoa, there, Dr. Freak. [ She leans back and holds her hands up. ] Keep the distance.

[patchworkdoctor]

[Stein's only response is to take his cigarette out of his mouth, blow a skull-shaped smoke cloud into the air, and smile, before shrugging and starting to roll away.]