Me: *Tied up* We never got to the hospital. Dr Party-Pooper Crane had been fooling us all along!
Dr: Na na na na na…
Me: I knew it was all too easy!
Harley: Aw!
Dr: Hmmm, I'm not as dumb as you thought, huh?
Me: I never thought you were dumb. But I do know something: When I get outta here you're gonna cop the electric chair bad, fella!
Dr: Sorry Miss, but girl power failed this time. (If I an call you a girl…)
Me: Hey! I am a girl!
Dr: Tomboy then. *Thinks* Now the tables are turned, I'm going to interview YOU.
Me: I knew this was coming.
Harley: Ditto.
Dr: Button it Joker's girl! Okay... But OH! First of all… >:) Can you please state your name for the record?
Me: I'm gonna kill ya.
Dr: Taste of your own medicine?
Me: Good idea. *Knocks over a can and smoke pours out of it*
Dr: Not a smart move.
Harley: *GULP*
Me: I'd rather die from gas then from interview.
Dr: I'm not going to give you that satisfaction. *Starts to drag the chair and me out of the room*
Harley: Hey! Whadda bout me?
Me: You're gonna leave Harl?
Dr: Yes, stop struggling!
Me: Let Harl out!
Dr: No. *Still dragging*
Me: You filthy swine! Let Harlz out!
Dr: Do you want me to throw you out the window?
Me: Yes!
Dr: … You are the strangest creature I've ever met.
Me: Let Harl out! Or you'll be sorry!
Dr: *Sits down* Why will I be sorry? What can you possibly do against ME?
Me: Cut me loose and I'll tell you.
Dr: I'm not stupid.
Me: You're contradicting yourself.
Dr: Fine *Unties me* (LOL Dr Fine! XD)
Me: Thankyou doctor. Have I ever told you that I really, really, really like you?
Dr: Um, no.
Me: Well I do doctor, and you know something else? Me liking you won't stop me from KILLING YOU!
*WACK! THUMP! BANG! BOOM! SLAP! PUNCH! KICK!*
Dr: Ow! AGH! STOP! That is so it you little punk!
Me: HEY! OW! I was KIDDING! *Screams*
*iPhone BEEP*
Me: *Panting* Well that was a work out. If it wasn't for Harlz hammer he would have got me.
Dr: Helloooooooo! La la la la la la la!
Me: Uh yeah about that. I kinda splashed him with something.
Dr: *Giddy* I'm a unicorn!
Me: Should only last around 30 minutes.
Dr: Hey, hey, hey Miss! Hey Miss! Hey Miss!
Me: What?
Dr: I baked you a pie! *Holds up pie*
Me: Oh my, you actually did. What flavour?
Dr: PIE FLAVOUR! *Laughs maniacally*
Me: *Face-slap* You're hopeless.
Dr: Oh re-al-ly? *Slaps pie in my face* Now you have less hope! *Laughs*
Me: Overall... *Picking pie of my mouth* He's VERY annoying.
Hey! This IS just Pie flavour!
Dr: *Picking pie of my face* Delicious.
Me: Don't even think about it. *Slaps his hand*
Dr: *Whines* Hey! Where's your jester friend?
Me: Oh! How could I forget? Harley! HARLEY!!! *Frantically runs off*
Dr: *Picks up iPhone* Cute.
Me:*Comes back dragging limp Harley* I think she's dead! This is all YOUR fault Doctor Doolittle!
Dr: *Drops iPhone* My fault? *Yells* MY FAULT? >:(
Me: Hey! Anger management over here!
Dr: *Picks up rope* I'm sick of you. I'm going to tie you up.
Me: Oh great. Hey! Leggo!
*iPhone BEEP!*
Me: *Tied up hanging from moving ceiling fan* Ohhhhhh... I feel sick. You could at least stop the fan.
Dr: *Sitting at desk* It's hot in here. The fan is staying on.
Me: Can I come down then?
Dr: Will you participate in my interview?
Me: No.
Dr: Then you're staying there. By the way I'm sure it's getting hotter in here. *Turns up fan*
Me: Hey! *Fan spinning faster* St-o-o-o-p-it!
Dr: Why should I?
Me: I'll do-o-o an-y-yth-i-ing!
Dr: I really doubt that. *Turns up fan again*
Me: Agh-gh-gh-gh! St-o-o-o-p!
Dr: Okay. *Jabs fan with pole* If you say so.
Me: *Falls off* Agggghhhh! *CRASH!*
Dr: *Sniggering*
Me: Why would you do that?
Dr: You like the insight on my actions don't you? You'd make a good psychologist. *Thinks* Dr... Freakoutnow?
Me: *Groaning on floor* What do you want?
Dr: INTERVIEW. >:D
Me: *Groans then whispers* Finneeeee... As long as you answer them too!
Dr: Did you hear that? I have control! Heh heh. You're going to ask questions for Miss Freakoutnow and *Grumbles* me.
Me: *Still on floor* Uhhhhhh...
Dr: Na na na na na…
Me: I knew it was all too easy!
Harley: Aw!
Dr: Hmmm, I'm not as dumb as you thought, huh?
Me: I never thought you were dumb. But I do know something: When I get outta here you're gonna cop the electric chair bad, fella!
Dr: Sorry Miss, but girl power failed this time. (If I an call you a girl…)
Me: Hey! I am a girl!
Dr: Tomboy then. *Thinks* Now the tables are turned, I'm going to interview YOU.
Me: I knew this was coming.
Harley: Ditto.
Dr: Button it Joker's girl! Okay... But OH! First of all… >:) Can you please state your name for the record?
Me: I'm gonna kill ya.
Dr: Taste of your own medicine?
Me: Good idea. *Knocks over a can and smoke pours out of it*
Dr: Not a smart move.
Harley: *GULP*
Me: I'd rather die from gas then from interview.
Dr: I'm not going to give you that satisfaction. *Starts to drag the chair and me out of the room*
Harley: Hey! Whadda bout me?
Me: You're gonna leave Harl?
Dr: Yes, stop struggling!
Me: Let Harl out!
Dr: No. *Still dragging*
Me: You filthy swine! Let Harlz out!
Dr: Do you want me to throw you out the window?
Me: Yes!
Dr: … You are the strangest creature I've ever met.
Me: Let Harl out! Or you'll be sorry!
Dr: *Sits down* Why will I be sorry? What can you possibly do against ME?
Me: Cut me loose and I'll tell you.
Dr: I'm not stupid.
Me: You're contradicting yourself.
Dr: Fine *Unties me* (LOL Dr Fine! XD)
Me: Thankyou doctor. Have I ever told you that I really, really, really like you?
Dr: Um, no.
Me: Well I do doctor, and you know something else? Me liking you won't stop me from KILLING YOU!
*WACK! THUMP! BANG! BOOM! SLAP! PUNCH! KICK!*
Dr: Ow! AGH! STOP! That is so it you little punk!
Me: HEY! OW! I was KIDDING! *Screams*
*iPhone BEEP*
Me: *Panting* Well that was a work out. If it wasn't for Harlz hammer he would have got me.
Dr: Helloooooooo! La la la la la la la!
Me: Uh yeah about that. I kinda splashed him with something.
Dr: *Giddy* I'm a unicorn!
Me: Should only last around 30 minutes.
Dr: Hey, hey, hey Miss! Hey Miss! Hey Miss!
Me: What?
Dr: I baked you a pie! *Holds up pie*
Me: Oh my, you actually did. What flavour?
Dr: PIE FLAVOUR! *Laughs maniacally*
Me: *Face-slap* You're hopeless.
Dr: Oh re-al-ly? *Slaps pie in my face* Now you have less hope! *Laughs*
Me: Overall... *Picking pie of my mouth* He's VERY annoying.
Hey! This IS just Pie flavour!
Dr: *Picking pie of my face* Delicious.
Me: Don't even think about it. *Slaps his hand*
Dr: *Whines* Hey! Where's your jester friend?
Me: Oh! How could I forget? Harley! HARLEY!!! *Frantically runs off*
Dr: *Picks up iPhone* Cute.
Me:*Comes back dragging limp Harley* I think she's dead! This is all YOUR fault Doctor Doolittle!
Dr: *Drops iPhone* My fault? *Yells* MY FAULT? >:(
Me: Hey! Anger management over here!
Dr: *Picks up rope* I'm sick of you. I'm going to tie you up.
Me: Oh great. Hey! Leggo!
*iPhone BEEP!*
Me: *Tied up hanging from moving ceiling fan* Ohhhhhh... I feel sick. You could at least stop the fan.
Dr: *Sitting at desk* It's hot in here. The fan is staying on.
Me: Can I come down then?
Dr: Will you participate in my interview?
Me: No.
Dr: Then you're staying there. By the way I'm sure it's getting hotter in here. *Turns up fan*
Me: Hey! *Fan spinning faster* St-o-o-o-p-it!
Dr: Why should I?
Me: I'll do-o-o an-y-yth-i-ing!
Dr: I really doubt that. *Turns up fan again*
Me: Agh-gh-gh-gh! St-o-o-o-p!
Dr: Okay. *Jabs fan with pole* If you say so.
Me: *Falls off* Agggghhhh! *CRASH!*
Dr: *Sniggering*
Me: Why would you do that?
Dr: You like the insight on my actions don't you? You'd make a good psychologist. *Thinks* Dr... Freakoutnow?
Me: *Groaning on floor* What do you want?
Dr: INTERVIEW. >:D
Me: *Groans then whispers* Finneeeee... As long as you answer them too!
Dr: Did you hear that? I have control! Heh heh. You're going to ask questions for Miss Freakoutnow and *Grumbles* me.
Me: *Still on floor* Uhhhhhh...
