Psychotropica2009

The Patient:
Baby brother, you have a nasty habit of taking things that are mine.

The Brother:
You have a nasty habit of surviving.

The Patient:
Well, you know what they say about the fittest and all? [pause] Where's sissy?

The Brother:
Dead. Two years ago.

The Patient:
How?

The Brother:
In bed. She screwed herself to death.

The Patient:
[laughs] It's how she always wanted to go... How bout you?

The Brother:
Personally a free fall from 25,000 feet. A halo jump. Chute not opening. Kersplat.

The Patient:
How bout a much deserved bullet to the back of the head?

The Brother:
If I must.

The Patient:
Oh, you must. This has to end.

The Brother:
I suppose so.

The Patient:
Are you sorry for any of it?

The Brother:
Not a damned thing.

The Patient:
[Gunshot] [pause]

The Patient:
I didn't think so.