$5,000, my man. Is that enough? $5,000? I’ll wire a check to your account as usual. $5,000. $5,000. $5,000? I’ll give them the deluxe mental hospital treatment. My man. Get around, get around, make some feel good. Get a house. You’re the prisoners. No, you’re the guard. Now you got it. Now you got it. Okay, okay. It’s all in good fun. All in good. Here’s some games here, and there’s… Get out! Get out! He’s in my chair. Games, games. Here’s some games. Games that want to get out. Uh-huh. See? More games. Games, they vegetize you.

See? If you play the games, you’re voluntarily taking a tranquilizer. I guess they give you some chemical restraints, huh? Drugs! What did they give you? Doors and how, doll? How much? How much? Learn your drugs. Know your dose. It’s elementary. I need to make a telephone call. A telephone call? A telephone call? That’s communication with the outside world, doctor. Just scratch it. Hey, if all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could scratch it. Insanity oozing through telephone cables, oozing to the ears of all these poor, sane people, infecting them.

Whackos everywhere, plague of madness. Come on, let’s go. In fact, very few of us here, actually, mentally ill. I’m not saying you’re not mentally ill, for all. I know you’re crazy as hell. But that’s not why you’re here. That’s not why you’re here. That’s not why you’re here. You’re here because of the system. There’s the television. It’s all right there. All right there. Look, listen, Neil, pray. I’m not a doctor anymore. It’s all automated. What are we for then? We’re consumers. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff. You’re a good citizen. But if you don’t buy a lot of stuff, if you don’t, what are you, then I ask you.

What? Mentally ill. Back, Jim, back. If you don’t buy things, toilet paper, new cards, computerized blenders, electrically operated sexual devices, serial systems with brain implanted headphones, screwdrivers, miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers. Take it easy, Jeffery. You’re calm. Right? That’s right. You’re a very attractive woman. So, if you want to watch a particular television program, it’s all my children know something. You go to the charge nurse and tell Dave the time the show you want to see is on, but you have to tell her before the show is scheduled to be on.

There’s this guy, and he’s always requesting shows that are already played. Yes, no. You have to tell her before. He couldn’t quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn’t make it be yesterday. She couldn’t turn back time. Thank you, Einstein. Now, he, he was nuts. He was a fruitcake, Jim. I’ll pay back it, Jeffery. I want to get a shot. I warned you. Right, right, right, right. I got a little carried away explaining the inner workings of the institution to Jim. Hmm? Hmm? I don’t really come from outer space. Oh, L.J.

Washington, he doesn’t really come from outer space. Don’t mock me, my friend. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Get out of my chair! It’s a condition of mental divergence. I find myself on the planet Ogo, part of an intellectual elite, preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. But even though this is a totally convincing reality for me in every way, nevertheless, Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche. I am mentally divergent in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities that plague my life here. When I stop going there, I will be well.

Are you also divergent, friend?
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