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[asylumchick]

So, first it turned out that at least five other patients were being held here to keep them from testifying in court.  Then, the damn wig makers got mad at me for not wanting to sell them hair without the consent of the lunatic involved.  Then, my time-travelling star patient won't stop screaming at the sight of anything resembling a red muffler

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[worstpiesever]

Oh - you poor dear! Your profession sounds absolutely dreadful. Well - 'specially since you put in charge an' all. Should I talk some sense into Mister Fogg? Get 'im to wander back?

[asylumchick]

No, don't bother. They were terrified of him- 'least this way they aren't on the brink of mutiny.

[worstpiesever]

But you need the help.

[asylumchick]

Thanks, but I'll manage. It's just been one of those days. How have you been keeping?

[pussies_n_toast]

Oh dear. You definitely need another hand to help ya.
In fact, I'd be glad to join you; I've been thinkin' about givin' up on the pie business anyway. Me shop's just fallin' apart at the seams, and times is so hard, ya can hardly find good work these days.
I'd expect a decent paycheck, of course

[asylumchick]

An orderly might come in handy. Have you ever worked with the ill or insane before?

[pussies_n_toast]

Let's see...
Back when business was boomin', I got a bad batch of calico beef and about twelve people came down with somefin' nasty. Right there in me shop. Had to tend to all of 'em, they threatened to call in Turpin.

Okay, that doesn't quite count. But I do love children! Just...never had the chance to have me own.

[asylumchick]

Hmm. I'll see what positions we have open. Meantime, care to share a glass? I hate drinking alone.