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The Jerry song? The Jerry song? How did he even.... BEGIN? It was easy to make something up for someone else, try to woo his girl with a few desperately clawed at words that rhymed with Candace (Not much rhymed with Candace), Or even the psych up- 'I'm gettin' coffee" morning song which didn't rhyme so much as meander around the topic of getting coffee.

But here he was, facing the prospect of having his face punched in, potentially, if he didn't.... Sing The Jerry Song.

What was the Jerry Song?

Don't look at me, Roar was doing everything in his power not to cackle in the back of Jerry's head, You're the one wanting some ******** psychological help. Honestly, I don't see the problem in goin' a little berserk now and then.

Trying to swallow his absolute terror of the massive wall of man glowering at him from his beanbag, Jerry wobbled, eyes getting a bit distant.

Just... reach down deep. And Sing. He could do this. He took a deep breath.

"I... Almost killed my friiiiend the other daay," He began, desperately, eyes darting back and forth as his voice wobbled,
"I didn't think that was okaaay...
So I bucked up the courage to come heere
And it was all a little queeeer..."

Really, Jerry? Really?

He swallowed, scrambling to try to gather his thoughts before he was subjected to another terrifying hug.

As though overcome by the moment, he pushed stage-fright aside, gathering himself up to stand and glower back at the man that was easily three times his size.

"Bullied since I was three!
They thought I was crazy!
What's wrong with me?
So they'd lock me in the closet!
Like a safe deposit and-
I DON'T WANT TO BE AFRAID OF THE DARK
RIP THEM ALL TO SHREDS, WITH A MIGHTY BARK
I sometimes still imagine the things I'd do
To all those wretched brutes who
would torment me through and through
Like cut off their fingers and feed them to rats
Or fill their chest cavities with angry cats-

But that's not socially acceptable~" His voice softened a moment before his hands balled into fists, eyes glittering up at the man as he continued,

"And so I do my own thing.
I close my eyes and smile and sing!

"I DON'T WANT TO BE AFRAID OF THE DARK
RIP THEM ALL TO SHREDS, WITH A MIGHTY BARK
And this would be a lot easier if Roar would stop
feeding me lines in the back of my head
but I'll stomp 'em all down and make them dead!"

"Make them-EKK!" Jerry had been feeling better, at least until the sudden thrusting of pectorals launched the skinny man like a javelin, sending him tumbling backward into the beanbag chair and beyond. Once he had stopped rolling and the metaphorical dust had settled his hand wobbled up in a somewhat bleary thumbs up, "Ah... th-thank you?"

Improve hurt.

Jerry had gathered himself back into his own bean bag, straightening his glasses and trying to stop the world from spinning. His... Jerry place? "Er... yes, sir, I'll write it down when I get back to my room..." He managed, trying to digest what the burly man meant. "What... what do you mean by testing, sir?" He flinched at the sharp warning, his face still pale, but it seemed their session, such as it had been, was coming to a close. "I... er... th-thank you, sir. Um. I think." He wasn't entirely sure if it had been helpful... but... therapy only was what you took from it. And he'd have plenty of time to digest it's lesson far away from the terrifying man.

He stood politely, inching back towards the door, "Er... yes! Hopefully not too soon, ahahahahaha... Th-thank you again...!"