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Scenario 26 (excerpt 12)

"I need a sadness treatment," thought Katrina, as she bit into her satin pillow. "All these inappropriate vitamins just aren't working!" Katrina now considered her expensive "witch doctors" to be nothing more than elegant idiots. "Maybe I'll try a faith healer," she thought. "One with warm hands, though...." But then she rejected that notion. Faith healers, it occured to her, were usually religious fanantics, into "fetus heroes," and she wanted nothing to do with that mind set.

She turned on her TV, a 64-inch 3D plasma screen. "Electronic mirages," she thought. "That's what I need." It was a wrestling program. A brute as big as a gorilla was beating a little bespectacled man, dressed in a red cape, with a metal folding chair while the crowd roared. "Ughhh!" Katrina moaned. She sank onto the carpet in front of the set and began to weep.

Suddenly, there was another earthquake. The TV careened off its pedestal and onto Katrina's head. She blacked out for a few seconds, then felt dizzy -- but not sad; rather, she felt refreshingly angry. "Bash blobs," she muttered. "Bash blobs...." It occurred to her that she had several scores to settle with a number of irritating so-called paragons.

(Not to be continued.)