Shhh

"And how does that make you feel?"

Fred sighed. Ever since his girlfriend had made the decision to become a psychologist, she'd been way too focused on "feelings" and "talking". It made him ill. More ill than the undercooked chicken in front of him.

"Fine, just fine," he mumbled around a mouthful of pink, chewy poultry.

"It doesn't upset you that they undercooked your chicken? It doesn't make you angry that they would try to harm you in that manner?"

"Nope. I like undercooked chicken," he said,...