Group Therapy With Orgy

Doctor: Hey, Boyz! Time for our weekly session! Tell me what’s going on. Ryan, you look very confused.

Jay: (rolls his eyes) He always looks like that…

Ryan: What does…con…fus…ed…mean again?
(Several minutes later)
Bobby: I’m almost 30, I’m not a boy! I’m a…big boy! Yeah...

Doctor: Okay, what’s wrong, Ryan?

Ryan: With what?

Doctor: With you.

Ryan: Well…when Jay sings, I don’t know what the…words? Yeah…what the words mean.

Bobby: There are words?!

Jay: (disgusted)You stupid whores!

Amir: Jay, I love it when you talk like that…

Jay: Later, Amir!

Doctor: Um…okay. Bobby, Ryan – I’ll explain later.

Bobby: Explain what?

Doctor: Nevermind

Ryan: Nevermind what?

Doctor: So Jay, how are you?

Jay: I’m exceedingly well, but very burdened and perturbed. People simply do not grasp it: I’m bisexual. Not homosexual!

Doctor: It’s okay, Jay. They just misunderstand.

Bobby to Ryan: What did Jay want to buy?

Ryan to Bobby: A hot guy, I think.

Bobby: Okay…um…

Ryan: I guess to keep Paige and Amir busy.

Bobby: Oh…I get it… (winks)

Doctor: You see, Jay, people can’t grasp your lifestyle and aren’t comfortable with the idea that you young men wear make-up.

Ryan: We wear make-up?

Bobby: No way! Jay told me it was my natural glow! I don’t believe it…I can’t year you…I can’t hear you…I can’t hear you…I can’t hear you…I can’t hear you…

Jay: Bobby, perhaps you cannot hear us because no one is uttering a single sound!

Ryan: You made Jay P.O’ed!

Bobby: Ryan…you almost spelled your name! Only 10 more letters!

Ryan: Wow…I did!

Doctor: Good Ryan…anyway. So Amir, what’s on your mind?

Amir: I am the Sultan.

Doctor: Again, Amir?

Amir: No, I am always the Sultan!

Doctor: Yes, but of course you are. Note to self: Amir believes he is the sultan for the 63rd week in a row. New record…

Ryan: When do I get to be the Sultan?

Amir: NEVER!

Ryan: Oh…Amir is always the Sultan! It’s never Ryan’s turn… I don’t even know what the hell it is, but it sounds like fun!

Doctor: Bobby? Are you okay? Why are you whispering to yourself?

Bobby: I wasn’t, I wasn’t. I was talking to you guys.

Jay: Bobby, you must recollect that it is essential for you to verbalize in a resonant voice.

Bobby: Um…no, I didn’t, Jay.

Jay: No, you were not.

Bobby: Uh…okay.

Doctor: So Bobby, what was it that you wanted to tell us?

Bobby: Tell you what?

Doctor: Remember, Bobby? You were trying to tell us something but you whispered by accident.

Bobby: When did I tell you something?

Doctor: A few seconds ago.

Bobby: I think that was Ryan…

Ryan: It was?

Bobby: Was what?

Doctor: So Paige, how are you doing?

Paige: I’m fine.

Doctor: Are you getting over your fear of the public eye?

Paige: A little bit. Jay made me get a picture taken wearing a black cowboy hat.

Jay: He looked so sexy.

Paige: (blushing) Jay! Not here!

Amir: Yes, Jay, not here! Unless you’re going to say those things about me.

Doctor: Well, Jay, this is what confuses people and makes them think you’re gay.

Jay: Damnation! I endeavor to curb myself, but it is perpetually exicuted in vain!

Bobby: That guy keeps screwing up! It’s Jay, not Gay! Ryan, why are you crying?

Ryan: Jay said more words that I don’t get…and I miss Elektra, even more then beer.

Bobby: And I miss Bunny, even more then my make-up…but I don’t get a lot of things. It’s okay, one day we’ll have enough money to get things.

Ryan: Can we get things for Elektra? And Bunny, too? They’re blonde, they don’t get a lot, either.

Bobby: Sure…they’ll be happy to get stuff, too.

Ryan: I feel better now.

Paige: Jay makes me feel better.

Doctor: I’m sure he does. Boyz, any last comments before I leave?

Bobby: Why is my hair two colors?

Ryan: Why is my hair this color, too?

Jay: Consent to my operating of this, Doctor. Ryan? Bobby? It’s MAGIC!

Ryan: WOW!

Bobby: Why is my hair only some magic-ed?

Jay: An allotment plummeted when you manuevered. It didn’t acquire as substantial duration as required.

Bobby: What? That won’t hurt me, will it?

Doctor: Okay, guyz. I must be going now. I’ll see you next week. And remember you’re all special. Good explaination, Jay!

Bobby: I’m special!

Ryan: But what does it all mean?

Bobby: I don’t know, but it sounds cool!

Bobby: Hey, guy! We’re special!

Jay: That “guy” departed 10 minutes ago. He’s our therapist, not “the guy.”

Bobby: I don’t know what you’re saying.

Ryan: Let’s go get the guy!
(Ryan and Bobby run out the door and down the hall)
Paige: Shouldn’t we stop them before they get outside?

Jay: Outside? We abide on the fifth teir! They’ll never contemplate how to use the elevator, let alone recall how to gain egress from the abode. Let us depart!