8 A Question of Personality (AFRS)

Ceshan splits the good in the bank. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, if you please. Beneficient on the distaff and even a murderer of the earth. This is the story of a question of personality, starring down the floor.

Ways that sometimes leave no scar, at least not physical scar. This is the story of such a man. His name, a person, occupation, police detective. There is no breath that can exact the moment when his unusual story began.

No writer to break his story down into numbered chapters. However, that moment when he stood before his doctor, waiting to be dismissed from a rest home after, what the doctors called norasthenia, a nervous breakdown.

That was the moment when the first germ was conceived of obsession. Well, so you're all back and ready to go, huh? That's right, Doc. Bag's packed and everything tidied up, including my nervous breakdown. Now, McPherson, remember, we're not to think about that.

We're all better now, huh? Mm-hmm, we're all better. Doc, your technique's much better than the night nurses. Well, from now on, no more detectives and stations. Oh, it's too much criticism. Well, Doc, I was gonna recommend you to all my friends in the forest when they had their breakdowns.

Well, in that case, I reversed my decision. Well, Doc Keener, it's really been nice, thank you, Matt. I, uh, I wondered if you thought of that thing that was bothering you. Oh, of that? Sorry. No luck.

You know, I really wish you'd stay here a few more weeks. Considering the fees, Doc, I don't blame you. Well, haven't you heard that old adage, charge them enough, and they're bound to think you're good?