He sat in a recliner, remote control in one hand and his cell phone in the other.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm schizophrenic and can't walk."
"How did you get to the third floor?"
"I walked."
"Well, one of you is going to have to walk back down the stairs."
"Okay."
Then he got up, and walked to the rescue.
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lmfao. sounds like the schizo I had that saw spiders everywhere so I gave him an empty spray bottle and told him it was bug killer. good times.
Well done, Steve!
Jedi – cleverly disguised as a paramedic
Thanks Cath, the force is with us!