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"Zey are zee best kind."

''Ever had any ones that don't take orders?''

"No. Zee vuns sat did not take orders are dead," Doc replied. Of course, all of these minions had been figments of his twisted imagination.

''Uh..Whatever you say. How long have you been traveling?''

"Nobody knows Zat either," Doc shrugged and looked around. He put a hand to his ear, as if listening for something, then started walking faster although no sound was made by anything but the birds.

''What is it now? Hear something?''

"Zey are singing songs of JOY!" he cried angrily.

''How is that bad?''

"I am destroyer of joy!" he grumbled.

''You don't look like it.''

He glared at Morlia through his gasmask, "You dare insult zee doctor?!"

''I'm not insulting you. You act joyful despite being against it.''

"My joy is different from zeir joy," he grumbled, "My joy is of blood and dismemberment. Zey sing of lollipops and rainbows and wonderbar things."

''Maybe they just like to sing?''

"Songs of joy..." he mumbled. Schizophrenia seemed to have it's ups and downs for him.

''It can't be all that bad, you know.'' Mori muttered, watching a rat dart past.

There was a single gunshot and the rat practically exploded. Doc was standing there, his AUG pointed where the rat used to be, the barrel smoking. He stood like that for a moment before continuing.

''Besides, surely you have some reason to hate the fun stuff.''

"I love fun things. But I love my fun things. Other than that, isn't insanity reason enough to hate fun?"

''I guess..To you.''