*pulls out scalpel* Now Now, its only a bit of art, but we'll save that all for later, for now let me just say it is good to see you all in sound [physical] health, I of course don't expect mental health here, that wouldn't make this place fun at all.
Subject Mudkip, Subject Sleek took a bunch of morphine and if he used all of it he would have become addicted to it.
Well Subjects I'm going to be going to bed soon.
So I'll leave you with some music.
Oh this? This isn't a scalpel, this is a pencil, a pen, a brush of which to do paintings, sculptures, drawings..art. Whatever I so do please. Don't worry Rebbecca, I won't be painting you tonight
Subject Sleek, am I going to have to have to flush out your systems?*takes all drugs that
Subject Sleek didn't take*
Subjects, leave Subject Rebecca's room now!*kicks everyone out, locks door, and makes it so that Subjects can't get in*
Subject Rebecca, just go to sleep. Don't worry about the scalpel.*falls asleep*
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