I am crazy!

I am crazy!
You are right; you're crazy. Only you would create me to point out to you that only you would create me. You know this but want to pretend the idea was planted in your head by you.
"Uhmmm...yes," I whispered to myself. I peered into the cracked mirror and didn't like what I saw. I heard Nurse Ratched approaching my door. Today I would have soup.
Nurse Ratched handed me a luke warm bowl of tomato soup. "There there dear." She said as she patted me on the head. I knew that I needed to find a way out of this place.
Who would dare give me lukewarm soup? Does she know who I am!?
I stood. Abruptly. "This soup is an outrage!" I yelled. "It's as lukewarm as the service." The server stared at me in shock, obviously realizing who I was
His face beaded with nervous sweat, the server told me, "I am so sorry, sir, I will replace the soup promptly! Free of charge!"
But Bill had had enough of entitled millennials spilling chowder on his pressed pinstriped suits. He leapt to his feet and overturned the table. "Replace THAT one promptly, Pal!"
Bungalow Bill and his buddy Philippe went out, bringing a wild goose home for dinner. The millennials wept, saying the goose's life mattered more than their dinner. "Shut up!",
said the goose, "and serve me that dinner I was promised!" The wild goose was very demanding and overstayed his welcome by several days. They were glad when he finally migrated.

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