Personal Crisis...

[_harley_quinn_]

Okay, so ever since I talked to Marvin the Martian the other week I've been thinking. Hell, I've been thinking a lot longer than that. I get so tired of being alone but it always seems like no one wants me for long. I'm like...a disposable diaper. Crap on me once or twice and then throw me away

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[martian_manhunt]

"Mrs. Quinzelle," comes a voice from the cell door. The Martian is there. "I think it's time for another session. What do you think?"

[_harley_quinn_]

Harley looked up from where she was writing in her journal and then sat up. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say Marvin. Might as well get my brain really confused all at once."

[martian_manhunt]

"The purpose is not to confuse, but to enlighten. Though sometimes it can be confusing if what you learn challenges what you thought you knew."

[_harley_quinn_]

"Do you get reruns up there on the moon? Cause you sure as hell sound like that Caine guy from Kung Fu."

Harley would be the first to admit she's feeling a little grumpy. Her head hurts from thinking too much, and a new nut had been brought in the night before, screaming about how the pillow under her shirt was her secret love child and that she was going to give birth at any moment. The idiot hadn't shut up for hours, even after getting an armful of Haldol.