Insane Asylum.

[The Shadow of Korriban]

Froad friendship eh?

[The Skarzs]

No, it doesn't exist. It's a figmentation of her imagination.

[The Witessss]

It's my therapy froad.

*continues feeding Frances a meaty loaf*

[The Skarzs]

*Writes down that Wite's state is deteriorating.*

[The Witessss]

Hey, dictator, my froad is cold! Bring me some fleecy sweaters! And more meaty loaves!

[The Shadow of Korriban]

And my feet are cold!

[The Witessss]

My health is deteriorating because I'm cold! Child abuse!

[The Skarzs]

Maybe if you actually USED your blankets you'd be fine.

[The Witessss]

Hmm, aren't you a smart one. Can my froad and I have a coloring book?

*wraps scanty cloth you call a blanket around myself and Frances*

[The Shadow of Korriban]

*Wraps up in blankets and changes channel to America's Got Talent*

[Russa Nodrey]

Skarzs, I feel like this dank cell isn't very conducive to healing my unhealthy mind. Do you have any other rooms available?

[The Shadow of Korriban]

And my feet are cold, even with these blankets!

[The Witessss]

mine, too!

[The Shadow of Korriban]

You got any good books?

[Delthion]

* Delthion sits up right next to them.

Sorry, I ate them all.