I've been more preoccupied with my new Fanfic, I hadn't checked back here for a while.
With that whole Bit about Terri Schiavo, perhaps we could have a serious problem of a guy who has to decide the fate of his wife or daughter or something.
That might not be funny, but it would be something we could do.
[Fade in. An office where someone is talking to another who is scribbling down notes.]
Guy: Did you really need it?
Patient #1: Yes. Who knows when I'll ever get the chance to get a chip shaped like Madonna again.
Guy: That doesn't sound like you needed it, it sounds like you wanted it.
Guy [Thinking]: So many stupid people with stupid problems. Sometimes I wish that I could just...Naw, I'm just deluding myself.