004 | Video (Backdated to 11:05pm Tuesday June 5th)

[herrstory]

[ Starr kicks off the video in Chilton's office, sitting at his desk. Chilton's nameplate has been replaced with another one reading: Dr. Herr K. Starr ]

It seems Doctor Chilton has ported out. So until further notice, I will be taking over the Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital for Abnormal Conditions. Staff is to immediately report to me for evaluation and policy updates.

For the time being, we will not be accepting patients unless in the most dire of circumstances -- in which case, I will be able to implement shock therapy. In my humble opinion, such therapy does work best when placed upon ones genitals, but I will leave that up to the patient.

[ He pulls out a notepad, puts on Chilton's reading glasses, and picks up an entirely too fancy pen. ]

Now simply because we will not immediately be taking patients does not mean we cannot get you in the system. So let's start this with the basic question most psychiatrists are sure to ask: what is your deepest, darkest sexual fantasy?

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

Probably more decent than where Starr has got his.

[devoutish]

There are pulse points down there, I think.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I imagine he is deeply enjoying this conversation.

[devoutish]

Do you think so? Hello, Mr. Starr. Lovely to have you listening to us.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Don't taunt him.

[devoutish]

Ah, but Dr. Chilton, he begs for it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

All the more reason to deny him!

[devoutish]

I would, mate; I honestly would. It's just that this is the best bit of fun I'm likely to have today.

[slightlyoffchilt]

-- And now that makes me concerned about your daily levels of entertainment. This cannot be the highlight. [Sure it could, Chilton.] Perhaps you'd be best seeing someone about that.

[devoutish]

Today's a slow sort of day. But thanks for the worry, mate; I do appreciate it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Quite seriously, consider my office door open to you.

[devoutish]

[Alfie waves him off with an under-the-breath bah. Manly 1920s men don't go to psychiatrists, Chilton. Obviously.]