The Visit - A Piece of Silly Fiction Created in Chat by Phantom and Flipper --------------------------------------------------------------------------- (touched up by Flipper) (Scene: A stereotypical psychiatrist's office. Flipper , a large dolphin, is seated in a chair, talking across a desk to Phantom

, who is wearing a white doctor's outfit.) P:No, but hopefully it got your mind off of what it had in it previously, which is potentially dangerous to all within a 10 mile radius. F:Or those communicating with said mind. Well, it did work at that. Though my mind makes futive darts back there, rushes back when I look, and snickers at me. P:Ummm... Yes. I see.... And tell me, Mr. Flipper, (Whips out pad of paper and pushes glasses down to end of nose) How long have you been experiencing these 'thoughts'? F:Well, doctor, (please, call me Flip), ever since we had our last discussion where I mentioned what I did to that seahorse, and.. and.. well, it's been hell! HELL! My life has been coming apart at the seams! P:(Appears sympathetic, until looking at the time, and realizing that the patient had been there for four hours.... Dinner will be paid for!!!!) Gee Mr. Flip...ummm...That's too bad. The only thing I can prescribe to you, is to get your frustarations out, by using them on something else.... Do you want something else to take your frustrations out on? F:You don't mean... do you ... could you... have an ACME PILLOW? P:Nononon.... I'm afraid your case is more serious then that, (and a trifle bit more violent). (Gettting up, he reaches into a cabinet nearby his desk) Do you promise to let your emotions take control of you when I present you with this object? F:oh.. (visibly disappointed) Well.. violent!? It was NOT an act of violence, but one of love! Well, maybe lust, but, but! Ok, sure. Go ahead. P:(ICK!!! THANK YOU!!!) Keep in mind, that this is the last of these objects left on the earth... What you do next will be for not only the benefit of you, but all who live on this planet.... F:(pause) This sounds remarkably like cheap science-fiction, Doc. P:(pause) Shut up and go by the script! F:(laughter) Right. Sorry. Yes doctor, I'm prepared to accept the responsibility, if only I can be better. (The doctor takes a deep breath, and then, in a flurry of motion grabs the object, shoves it into Flip's han....ummm... flukes, and then jumps out of the way. Flip feels a strange fuzzy object... Not really sure what it is. Just as he leans over to analyze it, a strange musical voice is heard emenating from the object....) S:Hi, my name is Snuggles, and I promise.... (Flipper stares blankly at the talking bear-thing. Suddenly he begins to scream. However, he does not release or in fact move in relation to the Snuggles.) S:to make sure that your clothes turn out to be snuggly-soft, just like me.... Tee-hee-hee.... (Flipper pauses for a moment. His eyebrows (well, if he had any. Just a sort of a fold of skin then) bent down between his eyes, and a slow grin crept across his face. He looked down at the creature and spoke in even, measured tones.) F:I don't wear clothes. S:And if you have happy faces on your clothes, they'll become even brighter, just like the colours of you fine fabrics will... I'm sooo cute.... (The doctor is noticed donning a hard hat and ducking underneath his desk. Flipper looks down at the creature as it continues to babble. His grin spreads even wider. Holding the bear in one flipper, he goes over and ensures the window is closed and locked. He then goes towards the door.) S:And if you use my special fabric softner, I'll ensure that your clothes will come out of the wash as cute as me as they did when they went in.... Tee-hee-hee... (Reaching the door, Flipper turns back into the room.) F:(yells) "Thanks for your help, Doc!" (He then throws the creature at the desk, simultaneously exiting the room and closing the door. In true cartoon fashion, he produces a hammer, nails, and 2x4s, and nails the door shut.) S:Yes, that's right... Colours brighter! Clothes softer! Patterns... KER-SPLAT!!!!!! qHRIEHTHhoiQORLWEKNR..... (Flipper listens at the door.) S:uRRRRRg.....aack...thpth......Ickle-snort.....cute......pthhhhh..... (Meanwhile, a distant rattling of a locked window, coupled with some phD like curses are overheard. Flipper smiles, knowing once again he has beat the system. He exits the building, pausing to examine a new, red mural that had appeared on the sidewalk since he entered the building. Seems to be shards of glass around too...) F:(shakes head) I never did understand modern art (Flipper hails a cab and rides off, while visions of seahorses dance in his mind.) =================================================== harmlesslion.com - Not for Commercial Use