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Jack grumbled, ignoring the psychiatrist trying to dismember him. He suddenly had a thought, a grin crossing his face. Heh, this psychiatrist is going to need a psychiatrist.

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The woman huffed, running out of the room, her head in her hands. Jack laughed, almost falling out of the chair. That would be a bad thing, considering he had a straight jacket on. He knew he could get out, but he wanted to have fun first. After all, being in a building where the staff are as crazy as the patients means fun.