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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/17/2017 10:58:19 PM
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"Well, duh. I skimmed a page on Wkipedia on psychology. I'm basically a doctor. Now, tell me a lil about yourself."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:59:31 PM"I have been dead for eight thousand years and as soon as I came back to life I was dragged into a plot by my father to kill my brother and take over the world." Cain said bluntly.
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"Sounds like my life, but less years. So, you ditched that idea? Did you do it for dat booty? I bet it was a thicc girl, wasn't it?"
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"Actually, a man beat me in a duel to the brink of death and brought me to my senses."
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"By showing you a goodnight? That's cool. You don't see a lot of gay guys around here for some reason. So, how is that relationship going?"
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"I am confused." Cain said as he furrowed his brow.
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"How is your relationship with your gay partner?" He asked bluntly.
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"I do not have a partner. What do you mean by "gay?"' Cain asked the man, with honest confusion.
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"Gay means you like other men in a romantic and or sexual way. Are you sure? That's what you made it sound like."
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Cain crossed his legs and raised his fingers to his temple. His face was one of pure confusion. As if everything the "therapist" just said went right over his head.
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"What did I say that's confusing? I don't think I said anything that's mindblowing."
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"Sexual...relations?" Cain asked simply.
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"Yeah. Two guys in bed. Getting it on. That wasn't a thing before you died I'm guessing. Well, it's a thing."
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"What do you mean by "getting it on?"' The ashen haired man asked Chuck again. This was clearly not settling well in his head.
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Chuck snickered. "Basically, if someone asks you for sex. Say yes. It means they want to massage your feet." He kept a straight face as he told Cain this, but on the inside he was holding back a wave of laughter.
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"Why would I want someone to massage my feat?" Cain asked Chuck. "They could injure them somehow..."
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"Only trustworthy and master massage therapists do it. Trust me, man. You gotta try it."
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"Where can I find these people then?" Cain asked Chuck with eagerness.
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"Look for this building nearby called Cloud9. You'll love it. I gaurantee it." He smiled in a friendly manner.
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"Thank you." Cain told him. "Now...is there more to this test?"
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"Nope...." Chuck barely kept up his straight face as the laughter almost broke free.
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"Did...did I pass?"
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"Yeah, with flying colors. It's honestly not hard since we let psychopaths roam around here all the time."
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"Oh. I see. That...doesn't fill me with confidence actually." The ashen haired man said as he stood up out of his chair. "Well. Thank you for the conversation then. Not many people are willing to talk to me if I am going to be honest. It has been interesting."
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"Seriously? Why-Oh my god you're one of 'em Coldbourne f*ckers!" He pulled a 22 gauge sawed off from under his desk and laid it in his lap. "Were you the one that killed Lenry?" [spoiler]It's supposed to be Lenry.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/19/2017 2:14:05 AM[spoiler]uh oh[/spoiler] Cain immediately leapt at Chuck, covering the distance in hardly a second and had no trouble sending his unharmed arms fist towards the therapists skull.
