Finally, peace and quiet at the clinic! It took a while, but we actually succeeded in getting rid of Stan!
It was Marina's idea as a matter of fact. She was able to convince him that we were moving him to San Antonio unless he stopped trying to sneak in.
Of course, with him being very slightly scared of Shawn Michaels, it got rid of him pretty quick.
Since then, it's been reasonably smooth sailing. Marina was gradually going around the clinic, taking down every photo that wasn't of Randy Orton and swapping them.
She didn't take down the Edge one however, saying that was going to shred it and send it to Andrea as a "warning" for the future—yes, I was pretty confused as well.
However, this was nothing compared to who I was treating today.
Why is it that all of the good looking guys are out of their freaking minds? Guess we'll never know.
He arrived slightly earlier than planned, taking the time out to insult all the so-called sycophants who wouldn't know greatness unless it smacked them in the face. Oh well, this was going to get interesting...
Dr Hayley: Right then, what can I do for you today Chris?
Jericho: Ooh, hang on a second junior! You don't have the right to call me by my first name, none of these parasitic worms do!
Dr Hayley: OK then, so what do you want me to call you?
Jericho: You may address me as the King of the World, The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla, maybe even Y2J, take your pick.
Dr Hayley: Erm, I'll stick with Jericho for the moment.
Jericho: Fine, do as you will.
Dr Hayley: Why have you come today?
Jericho: I keep having these thoughts.
Dr Hayley: What thoughts?
Jericho: That I don't get enough attention, recognition, or even respect for what I have done in my life. Do people not care about me?
Dr Hayley: Hang on a second, you don't think you're getting enough attention?!
Jericho: That's what I just said you idiot! I mean, I am a nine-time Intercontinental champion baby! The only man to beat the Rock...
Dr Hayley: ...And Austin in the same night, yes I think everyone knows. You never stop mentioning it. That was eight years ago Chris, get over it!
Jericho: Don't tell me to get over it, no no no! You're just jealous that you are a mediocre, gelatinous, overrated non-entity, where as I...am the Saviour!
He got up at this point and posed for what seemed like an hour. It was almost like he was frozen in the middle of the room, singing "Break down the walls," claiming that he was god's gift to wrestling. [Erm, note to Chris: no, you're not.]
Dr Hayley: OK, so you think that people don't give you what you deserve? That they see you as nothing?
Jericho: Yes! They come up to me with their little snot-nosed kids, begging, pleading, for the original party host of the new millennium to come back and be their entertainment. No! I am past that stage! I was sick of being an animal, trotted out for their amusement!
Dr Hayley: Well, maybe the reason they don't respect you is because of the way that you shunned them.
Jericho: Shunned them? I didn't do that! I helped them! I showed him how weak Shawn Michaels really is when I took his little melon head and smashed it straight through my obscenely expensive Jeritron 5000! I should charge them the insurance on that!
Dr Hayley: See, this is a part of the problem Chris. You need to step back from the big picture and look at it from a different point of view.
Jericho: Yeah right sister! The day I do that is the day the Rock finally puts up and shuts up about his non-existent wrestling talent and realises that he is nothing more than a badly dressed freak!
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