And Doctor HappyBaboon sweeps in for the win! You didn't think I would make it, did you? No such luck! I'm here and I'm rarin' to go, so let's get on with this MOC!
About this creation
Now, for those of you that have read my homepage recently, you will know what my alter-ego's PhD is in. If you haven't, I'll tell you: it's in mental health. Think of me as the opposite of a psychiatrist. He helps people come back from Lonnyville, and I give 'em a one-way ticket. Hey, I think I feel a song coming here... Anyway, this will be the first MOC to feature my sig-simian. This is different from my sig-fig, whom I will unveil in January for my one-year anniversary on the 'Pages. So please don't wish me happy anniversary yet, come back in four months and tell me then. For now, let's join Dr. HappyBaboon in his office, as Rick walks in...
Rick: Doc! Boy, am I glad to see you! I have serious problems!
HappyBaboon: Well, you came to the wrong place! Come on in!
Rick: Huh? Um, why is there a banana on the floor?
HappyBaboon: I find it adds to my mystique and charm. Now, what's your problem?
Rick: I can't stop working! I wake up at six, eat breakfast-
HappyBaboon: No shower?
Rick: Nope, takes too long. I start work as soon as I can. After about five hours,I eat a salami sandwich, and I'm back at it by 12:30. I punch out at seven, get home just in time to tuck the kids in, and by that time I'm pooped! (Haha, I said pooped) My wife is threatening to leave me if I don't spend more time with the family, but I can't! My life is going terribly.
font color=yellow>HappyBaboon: *under his breath* Huh, you're tellin' me...
HappyBaboon: Nothing. So, you can't stop working, eh?
Rick: Yes! That's what I've been telling you!
HappyBaboon: I think I know, then, what your problem is.
HappyBaboon: You can't stop working!
HappyBaboon: In all seriousness, though, I know what you're going through. The medical term is ergomania.
Rick: Mania? Like, a maniac? You're saying I'm crazy?
HappyBaboon: Yes, I'm afraid so. Any mor- I mean, special person that has an overwhelming urge to go and do nothing but work for twelve hours a day is clearly disturbed and requires professional help.
Rick: So you'll help me?
HappyBaboon: Of course, I'm a professional, aren't I?
HappyBaboon: Don't answer that. Now, before we get started, it would be best to identify your symptoms. Listed here are the regular symptoms for a person with ergomania. *ahem* Number 1: Has an irrational fear of seahorses. Do you have an irrational fear of seahorses?
Rick: I-I don't think so-
HappyBaboon: Well, that's probably just because you're ill and don't know what I'm talking about. Alright, then. Number 2: Has an uncontrollable urge to submerge head in toilet. Sound familiar?
Rick: Do you have a toilet here?
HappyBaboon: That's what I thought. Number 3: Cannot stop scratching left proboscis.
Rick: I don't have a left proboscis.
HappyBaboon: Well, that applies to whatever proboscis you have. Hmmm, you definitely have ergomania. Now to devise a treatment...
Rick: Devise? Don't they list them?
HappyBaboon: For ordinary patients, yes. Yours is a special case.
Rick: How so?
HappyBaboon: All the other patients had left proboscises. (ba-dum pish!)
Rick: So what should I do?
HappyBaboon: I would recommend that whenever you get an urge to work past five, you slam your head against the desk until you're almost unconcious. Then drive home.
Rick: Huh? What in the-
HappyBaboon: And in the sad and pathetic event that you still want to work, staple a sign to your forehead that says, "I will not work," and run around your building wearing a cow outfit.
HappyBaboon: It'll help you focus. Pain always focuses the mind.
Rick: ARE YOU INSANE?! Staple a sign to my head? Run around like a moron in a cow costume? What do you think I am, stark raving mad?!
HappyBaboon: I thought we established that already...
Rick: You- you- APE!
HappyBaboon: Technically, I'm not an ape, I'm a monkey. Apes don't have prehensile tails.
Rick: I don't care what you don't have! I'm going back to work!
HappyBaboon: Now now, Rick. Let's not fall back into old habits...
"One, two, three, FOUR walls!" Commentary: For those of you that are readying the pitchforks, torches, and boiling tar, this MOC is Andrew's fault. I had another, much more dignified MOC all set and halfway completed when he posted his entry. It was for a different category, but it contained many of the exact same features as mine did. I couldn't let him show me up with his superior building techniques by using the same things he did, so I risked putting this entry in late to bring you a new one. And for the record, that stupid monkey's tail is SO hard to put in a chair. NEVER again...
Oh yeah, here's the link to the MocOlympics page. See, Chris? I can make a link! Aren't I a good little monkey?
Receptionist: (out of the intercom) Doctor, Mister Bones is here to see you.
HappyBaboon: Ah, excellent! Send him in! This oughta be good...
"All the other cases had left proboscises" I can't stop laughing. The best written MOC from you ever. And "the banana adds to my charm and mystique" part was really good. Good luck in the MOC olympics. ~Waff
Your monkey reminds me of Catbert... unsensitive and really quite cruel, in a way that most people (concerningly) find really pretty funny. I like this MOC, and you did a great job on the desklamp, computer, and chair, among other things. Nice build, hope you make it into the next round.
I never trust a simian with a PHD; eventually they're whipping out the ol' Rorschach test and over analyzing your obsession with male genitalia. I only allow my dish-monkey to handle my pot(s). Funny entry.~H