fredag den 25. marts 2011
The Psych Man
The Psych Man peered through the blinds, looking at The Prisoners gathering in the courtyard far below him. They milled around one man in particular. From so far up, The Psych Man couldn't make out The Agitator's features, but he knew them from memory.
'Do you think this is something we should actually worry about?' The Warden asked from behind his desk.
'No,' The Psych Man said. 'I can handle him. He wields nothing but misdirected anger.'
The Prisoners formed a circle around The Agitator who raised his hands, motioning for silence. He pointed an accusing finger at The Psych Man.