Dr. NoSleep

He even sticks an arm through the rails, trying to see if he can fit.

I suppose he'd just fling himself off this floor if he could, but he's a grown man and will not fit through those railings, obviously.

If it's any consolation, Mr. Sparks, I say to him as he cowers with his back to the railing,

You're already pretty torn up.

And you know, folks, don't heal here at the Perkins.

Going into the void is most likely your best option.

All those skin flaps are going to just rot and fall off, and I doubt you'll want to live like that.

Yeah, gonna disagree with you, buddy, he replies.

I'll live with the rotting skin flaps if it means I get to live.

Oh, this is ridiculous, Mrs. Plum shouts.

Pick his ass up and throw him into the void, Jensen.

Do it now.

Do it now.

Someone in the crowd below shouts.

Soon, the whole group is chanting it.

Oh, all this pressure makes my head hurt, and there is only one way to relieve this pressure.

Mr. Sparks, I don't want to drag you into the void, but I will if I have to.

I have too many people up here, sir, and I need to let one of them out.

You were supposed to be dispatched, and that would have left a vacancy for the new guest.

Now I have to live with the pressure of the guest wanting out, but with nowhere to go.