The Scribbler Page #2

You can't do multiple personalities.

You barely got one.

It's good to see you, Hogan.

You're the only sane person I know.

Did you know her?

We were friends with benefits,

except we weren't friends.

I don't mind the weird stuff, but she'd

never take off the f***ing bunny ears.

- No. I meant the girl who jumped.

- Oh.

No.

Well, sort of. We had a brief encounter.

Jesus.

Do you ever put it away?

I am providing a service.

Trying to keep everyone's mind

off suicide.

No one else is looking out for us.

We're all subject

to the same risk assessment.

You dive out a fifth-floor window...

you got a chance of surviving,

but your busted legs...

are gonna cut into

the Christmas party budget.

Oh, but if you dive from up here-

It's one less benefit check

they gotta sign.

- Yes.

- No, no. Not again.

- No, not again.

- You know you want it.

No, I don't.

You want it.

He's not our type.

- You could have some-

- He is not our type.

- We deserve it.

- Grow up.

Come on.

Shut up!

F*** him like your ass is on fire.

F*** him.

F*** him like your ass is on fire.

His name's Hogan.

Somehow he's the only male resident

in the whole block.

Where is he?

He's right outside.

He's not going anywhere.

Who's watching him?

- He's not a suspect.

- Why not?

Because she did it.

What happened next?

I think you chipped a tooth this time.

So you knew Hogan from before.

We were at the funny farm together.

And this is what

you people do here, is it, huh?

You run around naked

having casual sex with each other?

- Technically, that wasn't me.

- Oh, right, right.

That's one of your multiple personalities.

What's that like being somebody one day,

somebody else the next?

You ever been in love?

You find yourself acting

out of character...

betraying everything

that you've ever believed in...

and you can't stop

because you don't want to.

It's like that.

You're under Dr. Sinclair.

What's his treatment?

Siamese burn therapy.

Sounds painful.

It is.

I know that it hurts, Suki...

but if you will do just one more

session on the main unit...

then we can move you out of here

and into Juniper Tower...

where you can continue

your therapy at home...

with this portable burn unit.

- How do you feel?

- Why don't you come over here and find out.

That's not, Suki.

Do you have to-Dr. Sinclair!

Come on, Dr. Sinclair.

I love it battery-powered.

Arm.

I said the therapy is working.

- How do you feel?

- Toilet trained.

I've been losing skills.

Can't roll my tongue anymore...

and I swear! used to be right-handed.

You're worried you're becoming ordinary.

- Aren't you?

- Don't you want to fit in?

Apparently not as much as you want me to.

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