Toots: Duprey you must be a guest today in one of my sessions. Mary Morning is coming in, what a hoot she is. 85 and never lost her imagination, what a wonder. I think you'll find her entertaining and she may inspire you to think beyond the scientific for a an hour or two or three.
Duprey: three hours?! Toots: yes I love to hear her talk I cannot give people like her time limits, it just doesn't seem right Duprey: right, well I have some time before my next date so sure why not. Is this even legal? Toots: (waves his hand away) (The boys enter Toots office and Duprey picks the large comfy red chair with a navaho blanket laying on it as his spot for this journey). Mary: "toot toot toot" she plays on her little toy whistle (To be continued in an hour
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Toots: So I hear you’ve been to busy to see me because you’ve been dating like Hugh Heffenger?
Duprey: I think its Hugh Heffner but yeah it took me two days after the bubble suit was removed for me to realize that women existed and I could actually now experience them like I have seen in the movies. Toots: So who told you, you didn’t need the suit anymore? Duprey: I did. I wanted to die, perhaps then I would be free somewhere to experience something to its fullest, life is so dull when your locked up in chains toots its boredom would probably compare to you trapped in your office with a teenage female who only wants to talk about her anger towards her parents for not getting her a boob job. Running to you for help as she needs a professional adults approval for any chance at giving her the confidence she thinks she will have by replacing any brain she may have left with big tits to prove she’s weak and vulnerable to the teenage boys who are fascinated by big squishy things, which are still quite fun I must say, I’ve been fondling quite a few sets these days. (yes run on sentences tend to happen with these two fast talking passionately odd but wonderfully alive characters)... feel free to argue this on my contact page. ok here we go again..... Toots: I’m happy for you my friend, its about time! And as for your little comparison, I must admit that those patients make me travel to another place, my eyes fully on them, my head nodding, brain not listening, acting skills in full blast. There is no use telling them what they will hopefully one day find out because they won’t listen to a thing anyone says at that age. Duprey: (blissfully staring into space softly repeating names of women) Julia so soft and loving, Clarissa so rough and hot, wonderful ass truly a museum piece. Suzanna, can’t figure her out I think she must be role-playing with me. Toots: you weren’t listening were you? What are you mumbling on about? Duprey: the women toots, they’re all so beautiful and different I think I’m in love with 10 at the moment. Can I move to Utah and marry 10 women? Toots: ah if only it were that easy. You are just now experiencing your adolescent sexual stage and you need to take it slowly. Promise me you won’t do anything rash like marry more than one woman in a week without getting an annulment. But aside from that I see nothing irrational or dangerous in your behavior, my myself was quite similar to Hugh Hefner in my day Duprey: with your patients Toots: yes a few I must confess, I think I opened up some new channels for them through my magical hands Duprey: I think I need some er help on that subject Toots: tomorrow Duprey we will talk some more and you will walk out a very talented player. A tale of two older men shootin the shit and bringing some very odd
memories and habits to light. Only in Bizzaroworld where nothin is out of the question; Where weird is normal, where seagulls feast on the larvae of chickimums to keep the whitewalkers at bay while the rapunzels multiply through quantum physics just because Kim Jong-un has a thing for hair. Bizzaroworld makes strange the norm. Dr. Toots: So good to see you Duprey, you don't look half your age my boy Duprey: Well I've lived in this bubble suit my whole life, no pollutants has been good for my looks not my boredom, I can't say the same to you though Toots, those cookies you tool from me can't be of any help. Dr. Toots: yes, yes the reason you wanted to see me, the cookies Duprey: Why on earth did you take them when I told you they had paint chips in them? I need them so I'm not stuck living through old age in a damn bubble suit, can you imagine? I think death suits me more than this plastic contraption. Surely your life is not as constricted as mine as to slowly poison yourself? Toots: well, you see Duprey I grew up on paint chips. My parents sprinkled them on my cupcakes on birthdays (possibly hoping we would get high I suppose) ..... Now that I think about it, all my birthdays were possibly hallucinations of my greatest fantasies. On birthday 13 I rode through the magestic valley of Conse on my unicorn Sorenda and we made love under the willow tree purring with each tender moment. Our bodies entwined in the bliss of purity. We had become one. Duprey: WTF there are no unicorns and that is just wrong, Have the paint chips made you completely insane? Toots: My parents glued a horn on my Sorenda making her a unicorn as for my birthday request. And love Duprey is not wrong. Surely you have loved before? Duprey:(long silence) I have (sigh) I had this army doll named Alfred when I was younger, we did everything together. He was the only thing ever allowed in my suit. He was everything to me, we shared everything. (long silence) But I know that I was young, ignorant and god damn it he was just a fucking doll Toots. Toots: I'm not pushing anything, no need to get upset. Its ok, we'll talk about the paint chips again to get your mind off of Alfred for a moment that must be very painful. ... lets see where was I, oh yes, My parents put paint chips in my milk as well saying it would give me strong bones as they were the savior of all problems. To them, there was no God, only the chips of paint that attach to the art of the storyteller. Duprey: What the bloody hell, what jokes are planting in my brain? Toots: No joke, only the tale of someone who grew up outside a bubble and has a palet for paint chips. |
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