So, what's the diagnosis Doc?

Who: Tara, Cerebrum
Where: Psych office
When: When it happens/ed
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"Very interesting," Cerebrum said, writing down the information in incomprehensible hand writing. The better a psychiatrist you were, the less legible your hand writing was. "So, tell me about this Evil Phil, Evil Jay and how much do you value life? Answer the questions in your own time, and don't worry about them. It's a psychiatric technique."
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Tara wrung her hands as she lay on the traditional green psychiatric couch
"E... evil Phil was the chief of security on board the War ship Blue Dwarf from another dimension. He has a fascination with holowhips" Tara shuddered at the memory he wants to kill the crew and in particular Phil, Me and my babies. Evil Jay killed his version of Tara because she was having an affair with Phil FeSod, their version of Phil. Evil Jay killed Phil FeSod and enjoyed killing his Tara so much that e wants to do it again, but Jay killed hm on the planet Pleb a few hours ago, so he isn't really a problem any more" Cerebrum continued his illegible scrawl
"Mmm Hmmm. Interesting. Go on" He said
"I value my life that is why i'm having a mental breakdown through fear. Because I don't want to die. There is one small thing. I.... I've kinda had a breakdown before. For... reasons.. I.. wont .. say..." Tara said the last bit reluctantly "So, Urm. Do I call you Dr or what? Dr just doesn't sound right... So urm.. Cerebrum, am I a lost case or what?" Tara lay on the couch and admired the fading, peeling paint work on the ceiling and waited for an answer....<Tag>