Ai-chan
Queen of Yuri Devourer of Traps
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2018
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Patient: Hello.
Psychiatrist: Hello. Sit.
Patient: Where?
Psychiatrist: It's a figure of speech.
Patient: Reminds me of that time humans made up stories about me.
Psychiatrist: Let's talk about that. What stories did they make up?
Patient: That I live deep in the ocean, far from prying eyes and that if I came to the human world, humans would go insane from the mere proximity.
Psychiatrist: How true were all those?
Patient: Very true, but that's not the point.
Psychiatrist: Would you like to talk about that?
Patient: In the first place, how would they have known? Practically nobody came to my part of the world. Well, technically people did come, but they all ended up in my belly. Heck it's called The Farthest Point for a reason!
Psychiatrist: And this distresses you greatly?
Patient: Of all the... how would you feel if humans make up stories about you and your thousand youngs?
Psychiatrist: I would be very happy. My little lambs are very adorable. But let's talk about you. How have you been feeling lately?
Patient: It's kind of here and there, I guess. I mean, I used to have some human debris falling around me while I was just sleeping only 10 years ago. But now my distractions are just the occasional sailors.
Psychiatrist: Sailors are tasty.
Patient: Really? I thought they taste just like fish.
Psychiatrist: How would they taste like fish? They're red meat. They taste like beef.
Patient: I've never eaten beef.
Psychiatrist: Seriously?
Patient: Seriously. Everytime I tried to get to land, them humans started going insane and saying "the end of the world has come" or some shit. They'd usually kill themselves or each other shortly afterwards.
Psychiatrist: That means you'd get a lot of meat whenever you come to shore.
Patient: I don't eat suicide victims. Or people who got killed without a dedication to my name. Not that they can pronounce my name correctly.
Psychiatrist: Well, perhaps you need to broaden your horizons, do something new?
Patient: Such as what?
Psychiatrist: Why not wipe out an island somewhere?
Patient: I see. Thanks, I'll try that.
Psychiatrist: Hello. Sit.
Patient: Where?
Psychiatrist: It's a figure of speech.
Patient: Reminds me of that time humans made up stories about me.
Psychiatrist: Let's talk about that. What stories did they make up?
Patient: That I live deep in the ocean, far from prying eyes and that if I came to the human world, humans would go insane from the mere proximity.
Psychiatrist: How true were all those?
Patient: Very true, but that's not the point.
Psychiatrist: Would you like to talk about that?
Patient: In the first place, how would they have known? Practically nobody came to my part of the world. Well, technically people did come, but they all ended up in my belly. Heck it's called The Farthest Point for a reason!
Psychiatrist: And this distresses you greatly?
Patient: Of all the... how would you feel if humans make up stories about you and your thousand youngs?
Psychiatrist: I would be very happy. My little lambs are very adorable. But let's talk about you. How have you been feeling lately?
Patient: It's kind of here and there, I guess. I mean, I used to have some human debris falling around me while I was just sleeping only 10 years ago. But now my distractions are just the occasional sailors.
Psychiatrist: Sailors are tasty.
Patient: Really? I thought they taste just like fish.
Psychiatrist: How would they taste like fish? They're red meat. They taste like beef.
Patient: I've never eaten beef.
Psychiatrist: Seriously?
Patient: Seriously. Everytime I tried to get to land, them humans started going insane and saying "the end of the world has come" or some shit. They'd usually kill themselves or each other shortly afterwards.
Psychiatrist: That means you'd get a lot of meat whenever you come to shore.
Patient: I don't eat suicide victims. Or people who got killed without a dedication to my name. Not that they can pronounce my name correctly.
Psychiatrist: Well, perhaps you need to broaden your horizons, do something new?
Patient: Such as what?
Psychiatrist: Why not wipe out an island somewhere?
Patient: I see. Thanks, I'll try that.
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