Somehow, more terrifying than the ... alternative version.
now, excuse me, I have some antibacterial lotion to put ... on my skin.
"He's what I refer to as a... megalotechno," the psychiatrist explains happily to me. "Completely devoted to IT - it's so rare to capture one alive. We've tried to study him of course but he's much too geeky for our standardised aptitude tests." "Mmm," I murmur non-committally, following him through pale green corridors and …
Isn't checking into a psych ward while your flat's being painted a little extreme? Sure, it's free room and board and they got to extract a hundred from the poor headshrink, but I'd think the week's worth of inconvenience wouldn't be worth it.
No, there was an ulterior motive at work here. Clearly, this was all about ruining the shrink's week. Revengeance is a dish best served tepid, after all.