Echo
War Child
The sign on the door says, "Dr. Echo - Licensed Psychotherapist and Pimpstress."
ECHO: Have a seat, Mr. Edge.
EDGE: Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
ECHO: So tell me about this problem you've been having
EDGE: Well it's just that my bandmates, they're always saying things that...embarrass me.
ECHO: And this has become a serious problem?
EDGE: It seems like all I ever do is blush, anymore.
ECHO: And screw.
EDGE: *blush* What?!
ECHO: Never mind. Anyway, go on.
EDGE: I just heard that your technique is very effective.
ECHO: Oh absolutely. Frankly with my methods I'll surely blow you...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...away, it's really astounding. But we'll have to make this session quick. In an hour is when I usually get off...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...work. But I am certain that when this hour is up you'll be guaranteed to go to bed tonight with a broad...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...smile on your face. So tell me...oh, before we get started would you do me...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...a favor? Switch that light on, could you?
EDGE: Oh, sure, sure...Em, it doesn't seem to be working.
ECHO: Hmm...well, try sticking this in.
EDGE: *blush* WHAT?
ECHO: This light bulb. All you have to do is screw...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...it in. Ah, there we go. So anyway, let me get this straight. You're easily embarrassed, and it's too hard for you...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...to come...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...up with a solution to this problem?
EDGE: Pretty much.
ECHO: Okay well let's get started then. Edge?
EDGE: Yeah?
ECHO: Look me in the eye.
EDGE: Em, okay...*he looks at her*
ECHO: Edge, your sexy body makes me so horny, I just want to throw you on the ground right here and now, rip your clothes off, and f*ck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
*Edge stares at Echo wide-eyed. For a full fifteen seconds his jaw hangs open and he is struck dumb.*
*But he does not blush.*
*Echo smiles.*
EDGE: What was that about?
ECHO: Well you see, your problem arose from the fact that all these supposedly dirty things people said were just misinterpreted. There was really nothing filthy about them at all. All you needed was for someone to say something to incontestably obscene that it couldn't possibly be construed as anything but dirty. It would shock the embarrassment right out of you. You'd be so stunned you'd literally forget to be mortified.
EDGE: Wow...so...*gets up* am I cured?
ECHO: *Chuckles as she leads Edge to the door* Oh, only until Mona writes another script, my dear.
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*Echo the Pimpstress* ... Proud Owner of Animatronic Edge!
"It's not that I like eating beef so much, I just really hate cows."
"Come here, quick! You have to see Bono's pants!"
"But...the whole basis of our relationship was the Atari Championship!"
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ECHO: Have a seat, Mr. Edge.
EDGE: Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
ECHO: So tell me about this problem you've been having
EDGE: Well it's just that my bandmates, they're always saying things that...embarrass me.
ECHO: And this has become a serious problem?
EDGE: It seems like all I ever do is blush, anymore.
ECHO: And screw.
EDGE: *blush* What?!
ECHO: Never mind. Anyway, go on.
EDGE: I just heard that your technique is very effective.
ECHO: Oh absolutely. Frankly with my methods I'll surely blow you...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...away, it's really astounding. But we'll have to make this session quick. In an hour is when I usually get off...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...work. But I am certain that when this hour is up you'll be guaranteed to go to bed tonight with a broad...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...smile on your face. So tell me...oh, before we get started would you do me...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...a favor? Switch that light on, could you?
EDGE: Oh, sure, sure...Em, it doesn't seem to be working.
ECHO: Hmm...well, try sticking this in.
EDGE: *blush* WHAT?
ECHO: This light bulb. All you have to do is screw...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...it in. Ah, there we go. So anyway, let me get this straight. You're easily embarrassed, and it's too hard for you...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...to come...
EDGE: *blush*
ECHO: ...up with a solution to this problem?
EDGE: Pretty much.
ECHO: Okay well let's get started then. Edge?
EDGE: Yeah?
ECHO: Look me in the eye.
EDGE: Em, okay...*he looks at her*
ECHO: Edge, your sexy body makes me so horny, I just want to throw you on the ground right here and now, rip your clothes off, and f*ck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
*Edge stares at Echo wide-eyed. For a full fifteen seconds his jaw hangs open and he is struck dumb.*
*But he does not blush.*
*Echo smiles.*
EDGE: What was that about?
ECHO: Well you see, your problem arose from the fact that all these supposedly dirty things people said were just misinterpreted. There was really nothing filthy about them at all. All you needed was for someone to say something to incontestably obscene that it couldn't possibly be construed as anything but dirty. It would shock the embarrassment right out of you. You'd be so stunned you'd literally forget to be mortified.
EDGE: Wow...so...*gets up* am I cured?
ECHO: *Chuckles as she leads Edge to the door* Oh, only until Mona writes another script, my dear.
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*Echo the Pimpstress* ... Proud Owner of Animatronic Edge!
"It's not that I like eating beef so much, I just really hate cows."
"Come here, quick! You have to see Bono's pants!"
"But...the whole basis of our relationship was the Atari Championship!"
Bono-Man! An Epic Superhero Adventure!
The Official PLEBA Glossary: Delicious AND Nutritious!