<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">JOHNNY ANDERS-LEAVING KITCHEN TO LIVING ROOM</span></span><br/><br/>Johnny followed the doctor's lead and have seat in living room. And then he asked me if I had a problem. Oh, you are so kind you care for me! Faggot, I don't even trust you. What the hell is goin on? Are they nuts? For fucks sake... Oh great I lost my ability to think in different voices-nope I didn't. Yeah I CAN HEAR YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP. It really hurts, damn it. Why it still hurts? I'm going to find the motherfucker who did this to me. I'm going to find him, and kill him. Punish him, torture him. He put me in this stupid place with more stupid people. He thinks he is clever. I'm clever! I'm going to show him who is superior, I'm going to show him who is better. I'm going to show him that he is a real idiot.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I got hit right here, back in my head. I mean, someone hit there with something hard."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">"The hell is wrong with him guys? NO-I hit myself because I like the pain! Idiot, who gave this retard a medical bag? Just look at him...."</span><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I see it Johnny, I see it. He is retarded. Just look at him..."</span><span style="color: #00FF00">"What if he is not idiot? I mean, of course he is going to ask. But, I see it. Just look at him...."</span><br/><br/>Johnny put a smoke in his mouth while waiting for the retard come back. Light it with his lighter. Took a sweet breathe. Now, they were going to have a problem-lung cancer. It's a great way to die. Johnny kept smoking his cigarette-and started thinking about the doctor. Is he really a doctor? Probably not... But what if he is?<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">JOHNNY ANDERS-LIVING ROOM</span></span>