Artemis: Come as You are

Analyst:

So, let me try to understand what you are saying. They just dumped you on a Dragonfly Magnet and expected you to exterminate 6 Viper enemies and you did, very successfully, destroy them and you are unhappy that you did such an impossible thing?

Analyzed (Artemis):

Well, Steve, my commander, Jack Nickolson and David Blaine bet each other $1 that I would fail.

Analyst:

And that bothers you? Do you know Trisha Trousseau? They bet each other $1 that she would fail and she did. She murdered her father.

Analyzed:

That's so inhumane, isn't it?

Analyst:

Have you ever heard of chance theory and calculating risk in an uncertain environment?

Analyzed:

Can you reveal information about another analysand to me? Who is Trisha anyway?

Analyst:

I wouldn't reveal any information but she hears things from God and she reveals my private info to anyone willing to listen. Is that fair? She's friggin' insane if you ask me. She pisses me off. I'm going to quit this job, listening to a bunch of crazies in the CIA, MIA, POS, ETC....

Analyzed: 

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Then, I drink this deeply flavored, resonant wine... the plane took a dive and I felt like all my organs had lept out of my body and the wine spilled over half the controls and I couldn't see anything and my hair was standing on end and they were laughing and conversing on the line. I swore to God that I would shoot their brains out when the mission was over. Then the Vipers came. The sound of their planes pierced the dusky sky. I steered the plane toward a horizontal plane and my nerves hit once again. 

Jack asked me if I wanted a Dunhill. I said yes and I pressed amenities. The plane asked me for 5 pounds in an English accent. Fuck this!

Duck hunting season. I shot a missile and I missed.