As a little child, he would spend hours in

As a little child, he would spend hours in the woods, picking up rocks to see what squirmed beneath. It was a metaphor for his life now, he realized. He spent his days

Can you tell your wife and I when you first realized, & don't be afraid,this is therapy, when you first knew you were attracted to your mother?" I glared at him."You're fucking my

grandmother and now you want salacious details of her daughter? You unhinged animal!" I slapped the cigar out of his mouth. "I don't care if you are the father psychotherapy, stop

Freiding around. She's too Jung to be talked about like that. And you can ring your bell all you want, but you won't get a bark out of me. Your name may be Zim Bardo, but

you're not getting me to play "Jailbreak". What's that? You have a pigeon-guided missile you'd like to sell me?

Does it come with a remote control? Or does the pigeon set it off? You should know by now that I need to be able to set things off without touching them. What colour is it?

I replied, "yes...no...no need to touch..and mauve." I flipped the cell off and turned to my partner. "It is getting harder to sell a bomb these days. Those terrorists are so

cheap. And picky. They want everything just so, and they want it at the lowest prices. What are we - Wal-Mart? I can't build them a bomb for less than half a million, and they

keep asking for social discount. Last time they even threatened to kill me if I won't give them a bomb by Thursday. Well, I called their bluff. It is Thursday now and I am still...