J: "Well, besides the constant banging of drums, darling, I'm golden."
HQ: "And what about this *bat-man* individual, still talking to him?"
J: "More like he's talking to *me* if I'm being perfectly honest."
HQ: "Yes, mhm. All I want is for us to be honest with each other."
J: "Utterly and completely, yes."
HQ: "What more can you tell me about him?"
J: "He tries to do good, to get rid of me. He is always taking all the fun away from me. Making me do things I much rather not do."
J: "Yes, indeed I can. He won't let me play with others."
HQ: "So he keeps you isolated, much more like how you are now? Is that correct of me to say?"
J: "Ah yes, of course, darling. It is just like how I am right now. He took me away from them."
HQ: "And how does that make you feel?"
J: "Like I'm having a really bad day."
J: "Change that? HA HA HA. Darling, I cannot change that now. Look at me. I'm trapped."
HQ: "You are not trapped. Look, there. See? There's the door."
J: "What?! I only see a window. With bars blocking the exit through."
HQ: "You can walk through that door anytime you want. And you can come see me in my office if you'd like."
HQ: "I mean it, if you just want to talk. I'll be there waiting. Okay, Mistah J?"
J: "Don't. Leave. Me."
HQ: "Leave you? Silly, I'm just in your head. I can never leave you."
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