Snippet #1612845

Surra's face broke into a giant smile when one of the doctors came and asked what she needed. "Oh yes doctor I need to take my-" But was cut off by the appearance of another doctor. Surra was about to ask him as well as the female doctor for her pills when a crazy person- oh wait this is a mental house -burst out of the room she was knocking at before. Listening to his endless questions in horror, Surra realized how much danger she put herself in by knocking on his door.

#2: I like the ideas this guy has...

#3: Well then perhaps we should invite him over for tea sometimes?

#1: Meh. Amatures. Your supposed to cut the tongue off first so they can make that lovely choking scream. That's when you flay them alive. Also, Surra, you need to make sure you do it slowly and with a blunt object. After letting them see your work, then you spoon their eyes out. Jeez, you guys are impressed too easily this guy doesn't know what he's talking about.

#3: Well said, dear. What do you think Surra? How about you ditch the meds and hang out with nice people like him for a change?

#1: Don't let her hang out with him! He's standing in the way of you and your pills!

The voices were right. Surra shot up and stomped over to the doctor and the patient. Once there, she shot a a death-glare at the 'amature'. "Hey you! I was here first, so you need to wait your turn!" Then she blew out a big sigh, one that made her cheeks puff out like a blowfish. Surra then dropped to the ground and began kicking and screaming, throwing a tantrum that would make any five-year old proud.

"I need my pills! I need my pills! I NEED MY PILLS! INEEDMYPILLSINEEDPILLSINEEDMYPILLS!!!!!!!!!" The schiz sat up, dusted herself off, and marched into a corner ten feet away where the hallway changes directions.

"When you get the pills, I'll be here in Musicland." Sura concluded her statement with the swishthump of her sliding down on the wall then sitting down haughtily. Consumed with grief over the loss of pills, Surra chose Ave Maria, violin edition, from her Ipod as fat tears began to spill down her cheeks.