We're working at the Mental Health Crisis Assessment Center, keeping all of the unhappy's placated before they're shipped off to the loonie bin. But this one guy is really bugging us. He says he's from Peru, but he's not from Peru. Why is he lying? He says he doesn't want to get committed, but then tells the doctor he's suicidal and off his meds. He's very angry because he lives at the homeless shelter.
From the homeless shelter to Dorothea Dix Mental Hospital.
But he keeps bothering us over and over with his minuscule problems. What about my stuff? What happens to my stuff? The miserable details of his problems are boring me. I think I'll end his tirade by putting in my Ipod headphones. His irritating voice replaced by the soundtrack to the Lion King. Hakuna mutata motherfucker!
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