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The teenager sat on a green chair inside the mental ward section of the hospital. The chair was cheap, one of those plastic chairs attached to a bar of some kind of metal. The bar and chair combo allowed for three people to be sitting next to each other. The teenager sat alone, though. He ran his brown skinned fingers through his short jet black hair and scratched his Peruvian royalty elongated ass skull in the occipital area. This sentence doesn't mean the teenager was Peruvian.
The teenager was brown and short. He had an unfortunate disfigurement in the eyes, causing him to have one normal right eye and a droopy eyelid on his left eye. Another unfortunate condition was the color of his eyes being T40. That means he had brown irises. Poor undereye support left him with eyebags. The poor night sleep he previously had didn't leave him with eyebags, that's just a widely spread myth. He sported a huge nose, straight pointing but hooked at the same time. He had full cheeks which led him to have the appearance of an overgrown baby. To make matters worse, his philtrum, that being the space within the nose and the upper lip, was of normal length, which highlighted his comically large lips. His chin was nonexistent, not because of any tragic accident but because of his poor upbringing in matters of breathing. He mouthbreathed.
The teenager was called to go into the room. He was greeted by a bald doctor with thick rim glasses and a gray beard and a younger doctor whose only identifying apparel was a black shirt with the Punisher logo in it. He sat down and the psychological evaluation started.
The younger doctor was not one for subtleties, or at least not one for kindness. He asked the following as if he had been personally slighted.
"Why did you try to kill your father?"
The teenager was shook at the tone of voice of his conversational partner and his The Punisher logo shirt. The teenager also considered for a moment that the man who just addressed him was a "glowie", specifically a mole from the CNI in the hospital. But he quickly discarded that theory for obviously not holding any water.
The teenager looked back to his 4D chess master plan to look genuinely mentally handicapped. He went through his web of lies inside his mind to make it all look like a spur of the moment thing by a total retard. He replied:
"The people in the forum told me to do it."
"And who are the people in the forum?" the young doctor asked. He was the leading man, as his middle aged colleague observed.
The teenager showed them the website that had radicalized him, jeuxvideo.com, and hoped that that would be the end of the interview. But more questions were soon to come.
"OK, jeuxvideo.com. But who specifically told you to do it?"
Came from the mouth of the young doctor. The teenager scrambled to remember usernames that were mean to him in the past to show them to the young doctor. This was done from the PC inside the room.
Like a miracle, a distracting incident happened. Upon searching for usernames in the forum's search bar, one name appeared for a split second then disappeared. The glitch allowed the teenager to regain tranquility, as the young doctor commented:
"How curious. He doesn't come up."
Eventually the interview stopped. The teenager was asked to go to another room, undress himself and don the patients' "uniform", an uncomfortably thin set of light blue shirt and pants. It was cold and there were still three hours left till breakfast, so the teenager went to bed. The beds were also pitiful, they were basically white metal rods with a thin surface on which to sleep and above it a sheet of paper the patient is supposed to sleep on so the surface doesn't go bad. Under such duress from prison like conditions, the teenager didn't sleep a single second until it was time for breakfast.
The teenager was brown and short. He had an unfortunate disfigurement in the eyes, causing him to have one normal right eye and a droopy eyelid on his left eye. Another unfortunate condition was the color of his eyes being T40. That means he had brown irises. Poor undereye support left him with eyebags. The poor night sleep he previously had didn't leave him with eyebags, that's just a widely spread myth. He sported a huge nose, straight pointing but hooked at the same time. He had full cheeks which led him to have the appearance of an overgrown baby. To make matters worse, his philtrum, that being the space within the nose and the upper lip, was of normal length, which highlighted his comically large lips. His chin was nonexistent, not because of any tragic accident but because of his poor upbringing in matters of breathing. He mouthbreathed.
The teenager was called to go into the room. He was greeted by a bald doctor with thick rim glasses and a gray beard and a younger doctor whose only identifying apparel was a black shirt with the Punisher logo in it. He sat down and the psychological evaluation started.
The younger doctor was not one for subtleties, or at least not one for kindness. He asked the following as if he had been personally slighted.
"Why did you try to kill your father?"
The teenager was shook at the tone of voice of his conversational partner and his The Punisher logo shirt. The teenager also considered for a moment that the man who just addressed him was a "glowie", specifically a mole from the CNI in the hospital. But he quickly discarded that theory for obviously not holding any water.
The teenager looked back to his 4D chess master plan to look genuinely mentally handicapped. He went through his web of lies inside his mind to make it all look like a spur of the moment thing by a total retard. He replied:
"The people in the forum told me to do it."
"And who are the people in the forum?" the young doctor asked. He was the leading man, as his middle aged colleague observed.
The teenager showed them the website that had radicalized him, jeuxvideo.com, and hoped that that would be the end of the interview. But more questions were soon to come.
"OK, jeuxvideo.com. But who specifically told you to do it?"
Came from the mouth of the young doctor. The teenager scrambled to remember usernames that were mean to him in the past to show them to the young doctor. This was done from the PC inside the room.
Like a miracle, a distracting incident happened. Upon searching for usernames in the forum's search bar, one name appeared for a split second then disappeared. The glitch allowed the teenager to regain tranquility, as the young doctor commented:
"How curious. He doesn't come up."
Eventually the interview stopped. The teenager was asked to go to another room, undress himself and don the patients' "uniform", an uncomfortably thin set of light blue shirt and pants. It was cold and there were still three hours left till breakfast, so the teenager went to bed. The beds were also pitiful, they were basically white metal rods with a thin surface on which to sleep and above it a sheet of paper the patient is supposed to sleep on so the surface doesn't go bad. Under such duress from prison like conditions, the teenager didn't sleep a single second until it was time for breakfast.
