"Should we write it up or tell Laura?"
"Right: George is so bored he's talking to an invisible intruder who sings Village People songs only he can hear. Whatever happened to them anyhow?"
"I don't know, but I say we forget about it and keep it to ourselves and let them find out another way he's on the edge. If he is cracking, let's just hope he snaps on someone else's shift so they have to deal with it and not us."
"Agreed."
* * *
"OK, I am now putting my hands over my ears and pressing really hard so I won't be able to hear a single word you say. Got that, conscience boy?"
"George, you still don't understand the dynamics of the situation. When you hear me talking there are no sound waves bouncing around the room and into your ears and brain, it's all inside your head. Hmm, was that a Jefferson Airplane song? Whatever happened to them? Anyhow, the point is no one can hear me or see me because I'm not in the room, I'm inside your mind!"
"No, no, this can't be true. You're not real."
"All right, here's a special number just for you. I know you'll like this one and it'll perk you right up. Ready?"
"No."
"Yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away... I even hung Saddam Hussein..."
"Oh, please, please, no more."
"You don't like my singing?"
"I don't like you."
"How can you say that when you don't even know me?"
"I don't want to know you. Just go away, whoever you are."
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