-groaning- Ya know Jonathan you don’t have to treat me like a piece of meat. I am your employer. Pfft, never hurts to treat a lady with a little bit of respect. Okay, yeah, yes go ahead, go walk off. I don’t know why I bother talking to you half the time, you never have shit to say, but- Oh no no no no, I can do that myself thank you. I didn’t go through seven years of medical school to not know how to put an EKG node on, if you want to touch my chest we’re going to dinner first. -grumbling- Oh, ah darling, I should warn you I’ve had two heart attacks already, so if it starts shutting down, uh don’t let it. Now hold on a second- what are you doing? Stop that, no. Jonathan, what do you need to strap me to this table for? Just, put the needle in my arm, an-and it’ll be great, it’ll be fantastic, we get to see if I’m still Catholic, I’ll probably knock your fuckin’ lights out- I don’t know we’ll see what happens. Because frankly, I don’t remember what my fear response is. Somebody waves a gun in my face I remember that one time that Harvey told me that guns are phallic and then I realize the number of times he wove one of his fucking desert eagles in my face, and I, realize I misinterpreted a lot of our relationship there. But, ah, really? The wrists and the ankles? Jonathan, come now please, what do you think I’m going to do? Run around midtown like a fool? -snort- I’m a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, five-five- I, I think if you threw a punch, you’d be able to stop me. Though, then again, I’ll give you the, uh, benefit of the doubt or whatever that -stammering- this’ll maybe do something. An- Jesus fuck you don’t have to make it so tight. Where am I going? What am I doing Jon? -chuckles nervously- Y-ya don’t have t’ really? And-and the neck? Fantastic! Don’t- don’t look at me like that wh-w-what’d I do to you? I- I haven’t I haven’t done a damn thing. Don’t don’t, stop that. Don’t smile at me- don’t smile in general, you smiling is a very weird premise. Go back to being miserable -laughter- You’re miserable aren’t you Doctor- -more gagging- Jonathan! Jesus fucking Christ! Wh-why did I even agree to do this? What about you do I like? That’s a very short list and you know what? It’s starting to get fucking shorter. I wonder, can you look at someone and have a pretty good guess as to how they’re going to respond to the toxin, or is it always trial and error? What if I don’t have a response, what would you want me to do? Sing great hosannas of anguish to Scarecrow? I remember the Latin, I could do it -o magnum- Ugh. This is what I get. Where was it you’re from again? Because you’re not from around here. Georgia! That’s right! -changes accent- Oh I do love myself a proper Georgia accent. -voice straining- Make it tighter Daddy, I like that. -weak chuckles- Oh did Jon-boy not like that one? That’s quite alright, I’ve got plenty more uhp mah sleeve. But you tell me whenever this starts to get grating. Though knowing you it’s going to be any fucking second now. You know, considering how much I pay you, I would’ve thought you would’ve bought yourself a sense of humor at this point. Ah shit. Fuck you, that’s just ah precursory, because Lord knows what the hell you’re going to put me through so that’s just a casual, between mad scientists, uh, fuck you? And fuck everythin’ you’re doing. Um. -lip smack- what was I saying? Ah, Jesus fucking Christ. D-don’t look at me like that, don’t start getting excited. You start getting excited, then I’ll start getting excited, and then we’ll have this weird energy we’ve got going on and hehe, d-d-d- Jonathan, d-d-do not, might, I ask, what you think, you are- get that out of my face. Frankly, I don’t think I particularly care for it. Don’t, don’t, stop it. Go sod off somewhere else. What’s something somebody like you would say? Um. Well now bless your heart Jonathan I’ll pray for you. -accent change-That’s gotta be just a little bit of a cocktease for you, isn’t it? there’s gotta be something about this that just hits very close to what you know and hold dear. But at the same time, just far away enough to bristles you the wrong way. Oh. Careful now Jonathan. We don’t know what this’ll do.
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