"Little Melody, sweet and pure,
Cute as a button, fine and demure.
She acts like a dove,
Peaceful and serene,
Little does she know what her actions will mean."
"For a force of nature, she finds in her path,
Bloodthirsty and violent and full of wrath.
Fierce and angry, with bone curdling screams,
The sort who will spoil those sweet little dreams."
"For her bones will be broken,
Her little body torn asunder.
Why she chose this path,
Would make anyone wonder."
"For what will happen, when her flesh is burned black,
And she finds in her fate there is no going back.
As the blood flows freely down her pretty little face,
And the woman that once was, alas there will be left no trace."
"For the time has come, miss Melly,
To face the hard, cold facts,
And you come to face the consequences of your acts.
For you think that all love you,
All sweetness and glad.
Until I get hold of you,
Then the fans will be quite sad."
"No more will she skip or laugh or merrily play.
No wonder. No light her her eyes. Nuh uh. No way."
"You heard it here first,
Come one, come all.
Celebrate melody's last.
At the Headbanger's Ball."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I know this is a ridiculous question, but what exactly is she doing?"
The aforementioned doctor asked his respected (!?) colleague, Doctor Kraven Moorehead, as they stood and watched the good (!?) Doctor's charge and patient, Twisted Sister, from across the empty room.
Twisted Sister stood in her casual attire of a Gar shirt exposing her belly and tight jeans adorned with chains. With a screwdriver gripped tightly in her hand, she was driving the sharp edge into the drywall of the room and scraping words into the surface.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead turned to his only friend in the facility and replies:
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Composing poetry. What does it look like?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead's professional diagnosis:
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Ah, Miss Melody Grace. I imagine you might feel as others do when they face their fate across the ring in the form of my patient. You are perhaps expecting her to become as she is with all others, but I would hate for you to act under false assumptions and either fight unfairly or miss the fight at all in an act of misguided cowardice."
"For you see, you and my client have more in common than you might realize. Oh true, you have a better grasp of the obvious around you than she does, but I have paid close attention to you over the years, Miss Grace. I have noticed your close friendship with the young but disturbed fellow, Despayre. And I have noticed your innocent nature and child like actions. In a sense, I think of my client as having an innocent mind, one that so happens to simply act out with random acts of periodic bouts of violent mood swings. But against you? I believe perhaps she has found something akin to a kindred spirit. And although she will seek to vent and to fight her way toward a victory, I don't think you have anything to worry about as far as her rather ... choices in weaponry. A fight is all you will have to defend yourself in. A broken bone perhaps. Maybe some hair torn from your scalp. After all, what's a little loss of blood in the grand scheme of things? You are, after all, a professional."
"I have also come to examine the finer points of your relationship with J2H, and have noticed you lean toward a disturbing trend of what the common mind refers to as a gold digger. Oh perhaps you aren't even aware that you're doing it, then again, perhaps you are? I mean, you are given half a luxurious mansion. You are constantly being taken out on the young man's luxury yacht for exotic cruises. And just recently, I find you asking J2H to take you on expensive vacations. My dear, what's next? Asking him for furs? Gowns? Jewelry? My dear, you have a friend in the form of Twisted Sister, and she seeks to save you from yourself."
"By any means necessary."
"I'm sure you understand."
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