Squee came running back in, and kissed Krystal, then ran back out. Krystal just stood there...shocked...and angry. She gently knocked on Nny's door, hoping he didn't take it too far. He swung his door open and stomped out-he was pretty ticked. "Um..Nny?" she squeaked. "WTF DO YOU WANT?!?!?!" he screamed. "Uh...m-maybe I should just...leave..." she said. "No no please! Stay! I feel different when you're around! I don't mean...weird different..i mean....ya know...better...." he pleaded. "I don't want to lose you! Its not my fault I am the way I am...its Squee's! He was making fun of me..." he cried. "Uh huh..." she said, confused. "Please! Please forgive me! Please don't leave! Its not my fault!"
There was a long moment of silence...........
Krystal finally spoke up. "Ok...Nny...You just need to see a psychiatrist..." "Whats a psychiatrist?" he asked. "YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT??" she screamed. "N-no...Whats a psychiatrist?" he asked. "Wow...well....ok...Nny, a psychiatrist is a person who helps people and their "problems"..." she answered. "Yes....NAILBUNNY WAS RIGHT! THERE IS SOMEONE OUT THERE FOR ME!!" Nny screeched. "Whats a nailbunny?" Krystal asked. "Oh...he's my pet dead bunny..." Nny said pointing. ".......Is there really anything for me to say at this point?" she said. As they got in the car Krystal had a terrible feeling that Nny was gunna crash...cause, well, he's a maniac...so...ya know...