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Mac: Well, I'm actually her ex . . .
Demi: (from the ceiling) And it's going to stay that way!
Dr Mau: Now that we got that cleared up--Demi, why don't you come down from there . . . it looks uncomfortable and you're ruining my wallpaper.
Demi: (still clinging to the ceiling) I'm not coming down!
Dr Mau: Mac won't hurt you--right, Mac?
Mac: I promise.
Dr Mau: There's nothing to be afraid of really--be rational . . .
Demi: (climbs down slowly) I'll stay on this side of the room--behind this couch, if you don't mind . . .
Dr Mau: That will be fine for now . . . So how did your relationship get this screwed up?
Mac: (looks pained)
Dr Mau: Ahem . . . How did your relationship get to this stage?
Mac: Something to do with my *colourful* past?
Demi: Colourful my furry tail! You were a criminal! And you snore!
Mac: Okay, I snore . . .
Demi: And you forgot my birthday!
Mac: That too . . . I was busy--I thought I explained that!
Dr Mau: Sounds perfectly normal--except for the criminal part . . .
Demi: The worst thing was the rats!
Mac: That's was always your problem Demi--you hated the rats, just because they're rats!
Demi: That's not a good enough reason?!?
Dr Mau: Behave, children. Sit down, you two and we'll get to the bottom of this . . . Okay, Demi, you hated his habits and the company he kept, Mac you were too busy with your, ah, *business* to keep up with Demi's demands--
Mac: She wanted a lot of attention--
Demi: Did not!
Mac: Did too!
Demi: Did not!
Mac: Did too!
Dr Mau: (sighs) This is going to be a loooonnnng day . . . Okay--firstly, why are you , Demi, so paranoid about your ex?
Demi: Well . . . I was envisioning something like a "Married to the Mob" scenario . . .
Mac: You've been watching too much telly again . . .
Demi: It was Bomba's fault--she was always watching the afternoon soaps!
Mac: You didn't have to keep her company y'know! And I'm not a gangster! Whaddaya think I'd do?
Demi: Ummm, try to kidnap me like you did at the Ball?
Mac: We already covered that!
Dr Mau: Old news . . . We have to make some progress. Should we count the fact that you're actually speaking to each other?
Mac: Hey, that's right . . .
Demi: I don't really see the point of all this . . .
Dr Mau: Well, you aren't clinging onto my ceiling anymore, right? What was you're problem with Mac anyway, Demi?
Demi: I think I got scared by all those stories--
Mac: Highly exaggerated stories, by the way . . .
Demi: --that I was hearing about you.
Mac: That rep didn't do me much good, did it? You know me better than that, Demi . . .
Demi: I thought you got bitter after I left . . .
(Suddenly Munkustrap comes in through the window dressed up as the window-cleaner)
Munkustrap: Demi! What the--Macavity! (gets ready for a fight)
Dr Mau: This is not going the way I planned . . .
Macavity: Lighten up, Munku, I'm not here for a fight.
Demi: He's got this condition that makes him do--
Munkustrap: And you believe him?
Demi: Shouldn't you? You're his brother!
Dr Mau: (half to herself) And how can we be sure of *that*?
Munkustrap: That's why I don't believe him!
Demi: Is this sibling rivalry? Dr Mau?
Dr Mau: Hmmm--maybe we could make an appointment for next week . . .
Munkustrap: With him? No way!
Mac: With him? No way!
Demi: Yes way! I'm sick of you two acting like a bunch of kids--although it is rather flattering for a girl to have two guys fighting over her--
Mac: We're not fighting over you.
Munkustrap: We're not?
Mac: At least I'm not. Demi just wants attention again.
Munkustrap: I noticed that from time to time . . .
Demi: Hey!
Dr Mau: It's three o'clock! I have another appointment, so if you don't mind . . .
Demi: But I thought--
Dr Mau: Well you aren't feeling paranoid right now are you?
Demi: Yeah, but I'm feeling slightly angry right now--
Dr Mau: Deal with it! He's your boyfriend right?
Demi: Oh right . . . Munku! You are *so* in deep kitty-litter!
Munkustrap: Uh-oh, this is where I really disappear . . . (all three exit the office)
Dr Mau: (looks up) That's it! Fin! The End!