Want to hear a story?

> The woman then left and the door closed behind her leaving Cerebrum
> alone with the man.
"So, care for a cigarette?" Cerebrum asked, leaning against what he hoped
was the wall.
It wasn't. "Hey, can I have a little light in here?" he yelled at the
ceiling, after getting back up. No reply.
"I don't smoke," the man replied.
"Neither do I, disgusting habit."
"Then why'd you offer me a cigarette?"
"I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"The mind plays tricks on us. So, they tell me you've committed a few
crimes. Confession is good for the mind, might help make these
hallucinations go away. How about it?"
"Not a chance."
"Fair enough," Cerebrum said. "So, would you like to hear a story?"
"I hate stories."
"I understand. Now, this is back when I was in medical school, when the old
gang was together. Me and Nutty Norris, Loony Linda, Cracked Coffman..."
Two hours later
"And then I said, 'Fruit, you idiot, not Freud. Ha ha ha! Boy, I kill me
sometimes," Cerebrum continued.
Six hours later
"And so I leapt over the couch, knocked the machine gun out of his hand and
skewered him with a banana."
Twelve hours later
"And then there was the time we all had our taxes done by a platypus."
Eighteen hours later
"And then Keto said, 'It can't shoot through the wall. Can it?' And then it
did!"
Twenty three hours later
"And when the Captain had lost his memories, I got him to sign a budget
increase."
Twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes later
The woman opened the door. The prisoner broke free from his restraints, and
ran up to her. "I confess, I confess! I did it! I did it!" he screamed.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just get him to stop talking,
please, I'm begging you!"