Middle-earth Therapy Sessions

[Diamond18]

Q: "So, if I may be so bold, how was it that you died?"

GhoD: "It was an accident. But I must say, it was a pleasure to burn..."

Q: *Shifts in chair uncomfortably* "Er...yes. Did your death have anything to do with your children?"

GhoD: "Yes! That's it. One of my children killed me by accident."

Q: "Uh-huh. Which one?"

GhoD: "Um...Boromir."

Q: "Boromir the Bold?

GhoD: "No, Boromir the Tall. Or Boromir the Brave. I don't rightly remember."

Q: "So what did he do?"

GhoD: "He..."

Q: Oh what tangled webs we weave, when we practice to deceive... "All right, hold that thought. Let's talk about your other child. Is it a boy or girl?"

GhoD: "A girl."

Q: Second child, boy... "Name?"

GhoD: "Faramirette."

Q: Name, Faramir... "Is Faramir the dead one or the living one?"

GhoD: "The dead one...or...the living one...you know, I'm not really sure."

Q: Moving on to phase two...lets not give him enough time to think up lies... "All right. Now let's play a game called word association. I say a word, you tell me the first thing that pops into your mind within a split second. If you take longer than a split second to reply, you will get an electric shock.

"The first word is, Matches."
GhoD: "Fun."
Q: "Faramir."
GhoD: "Dumb."
Q: "Gandalf."
GhoD: "Glum."
Q: "Pippin."
GhoD: "Thumb."
Q: "Huh?"
GhoD: "Pippin was all thumbs."
Q: "Oh, right. Aragorn."
GhoD: "Bum."
Q: "Sauron."
GhoD: "Scum."
Q: "Cherries Flambeau."
GhoD: "Yum."
Q: "Darkness and despair."
GhoD: "Outcome."

Q: "Well, that phase was certainly telling! Now—"

GhoD: "Could you lend me a match?"

Q: "Huh? Oh sure...."

<A swell of ominous orchestral music>

[ January 06, 2003: Message edited by: Diamond18 ]