Phillip: You uh... [Pause.] Do /you/ know who you are?
Hammond: I am Doctor Hammond. [Pause.] I am your phycologist. [Pause.] I'm an elephant. [Pause.] Isn't that what you see and hear, Phillip?
[Long Pause.]
Phillip: How do you... know that... you are who and what you are?
[Long Pause.]
Hammond: Well, are you aware that you are a bat, Phillip?
Phillip: [Abrupt and pervertedly.] Yeah. I'm a bat. Nasty... nasty bat.
Hammond: Why do you say you are nasty?
Phillip: Cause the world says I am... so I am. I'm a horrible person who wants to do horrible things... [Build into an angry snap.] even if I don't have A FUCKING CHOICE!
[Ticking progresses into a more disturbing loop.]
Hammond: Easy there, Phillip. Let's try to stay calm. This is just a friendly conversation. Aren't we friends, Phillip?
Phillip: [Crestfallen.] Friends? Are friends even real? Why am I so alone, if they... Why am I alone if nobody... Why am I alone if I have friends?
Hammond: I'm your friend, Phillip.
[Long Pause.]
Phillip: [Hateful deadpan.] No you're not.
[Ticking progresses into a darker trend.]
Hammond: Why do you feel that way, Phillip?
Phillip: [Hateful.] Because I know. I know what you /really/ think of me.
Hammond: What do I think of you, Phillip?
[Long Pause.]
Phillip: You... <Growls a little.> You think I'm a psychopath!
[Glitch sound. Slow reverse music ambi.]
Psy: [Tiny and upset.] No, I'm not making it up. I saw his notes! [Pause.] Why are you judging me? I'm trying to defend myself. He's trying to... Oh gawwwd... Please stoooppp.
[Glitch sound. Final part of ticking with buildup.]
Hammond: Phillip, I /am/ your friend. I /am/ here to help you.
Psy: [Hateful.] You think I'm a Psychopath. You don't even care what I'm going through.
Hammond: Phillip, you need to understand. You're not well. I'm here to help take care of you.
Psy: [Angry.] You think I'm SICK?! /YOU'RE/ SICK! You can't even imagine what's happening to me! You never even believed any of it!
Hammond: Phillip, you need to calm down---
Psy: [Interrupt.] Who the fuck is Phillip?! I'm Psy the bat! Psy is short for /Psyyyychopath./ I'm a fucking psychopath, and you aren't my fucking friend!
Hammond: [Quickly standing up or dodging.] Phillip, if you don't calm down now---
Psy: [Pleading.] You never fucking understood me, Bottom! You just wanna put me in some fucking rubber room! Well, guess what?! I'm already there, you dumb elephant! I've been there for my whole life! And if want to join me, Bottom, you can fucking die!
Hammond: <Grunting as he defends himself.>
[Crash sound.]
Psy: <Sad pathetic moan and groaning for 20 seconds.>
[Ticking falls into the gongs going off.]
[Long Pause.]
Hammond: I'm sorry, Phillip, but you were becoming violent.
Psy: [Whimpering and pathetic.] Did you just hit me with a whole table or something? What the actual fuck? Ooowwww.
Hammond: I'm going to recommend a good hospital for you, Phillip. They'll be able to help you.
[Pick up phone, quiet beeping.]
Psy: [From pathetic to sudden anger.] You can't fucking HELP A PSYCHOPATH, BOTTOM!
Hammond: <Grunting fearfully.> Phillip, wait!
Psy: [This is more of a sound he is making as he crashes through the window.] HRREEEHHH!!!!!
Nuke
