Life As A Play: The Psych Transfer

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THE PSYCH PATIENT (PP)
Me: What’s your name?
PP: F*** you.
Me: What’s going on with you tonight?
PP: F*** you.
Me: Is this your mom?
PP: F*** the b****, I hope she dies.
Me: Could you get on the stretcher for me?
PP: F*** THAT! THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!
Me: Clearly, but I’m asking nicely.
PP: F*** you.
Me: Ok, these five nice security officers will help you.
PP [Begins five minute brawl with five security dudes. Loses]

Told you it was that kind of night.