C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for August 09, 2012

Run, Doc, run!

I told you days ago, Dr. Lucas-sans-mustache. But no, you waited around. My name is Mona Montrois. You look like Lucas, who jilted me. Prepare to die!

Learning of Mona and her past history all at once would be a bit disconcerting. Wait till she brings up the arrests, the drinking, waking up in the Psych Ward and other less pleasant places, the (fake) marriage between her brother and best friend, Monsieur Smokey, ect., ect.

It’s good you found a shrink you can manipulate.

“NI-Aaa-GRRAaa FAAAAALLS!”

Time to refer her to a new shrink!

;-)

avoid eye contact and curl up on the ground in the fetal position.