Satan called forth Sigmund Freud and in a flash, the father of psychology appeared on the witness stand.
“Was ist--?” He looked around at Death, Satan, Hudson, and me. “Unglaublich!”
“Dr. Sigmund Freud,” Mephistopheles stepped forward. “Please take a look at Exhibits A, B, C, and D. Could you please give the court your impressions of a person who would wear a garment such as this?”
“Oh, I don’t do impressions,” Freud stated. “Oh ho ho! Zhat’s an oldie but a goodie! Ve love zat joke in zhe psychology field.”
“Yes, very witty,” the Devil responded dryly. “Could you please tell the court what you think about Vampirella here, who is shown in these pictures?”
“Vell, zis voman has little conflict between her id and ego,” the Austrian analyst answered. “Clearly her ego allows her id, or her libido and subconscious drives, to be pushed forward towards her consciousness. She is saying ‘I am a gorgeous voman! Look at my beauty!’ And vhat a pretty popo she has!”
“So you are saying that she is being driven by her psyche to wear this outfit?”
“Vell, it is more complex that that,” he answered. “Zer are studies und research und analysis zat we could examine that vould help us with our understanding. She seems to be such a special case zat I vould love to study her. Study her for hours und hours. Ein was für reizender, glänzender Apfel!”
“So this woman shown here would have no problem wearing what other, more modest, individuals would consider underwear as outerwear?” the Devil asked.
“It does not appear so,” Freud answered.
“No further questions,” the Devil stepped back towards his desk. “Hooo ahhhhhh!”
“Dr. Freud, clearly we could analyze Vampirella’s taste in clothing endlessly,” I said as I strode towards the witness stand. “We could go on and on about her choice of attire compared to a regular person, couldn’t we?”
“Oh, jah,” he agreed. “Ve could analyze her for a very long time. Heh heh, I’d like to analyze her long time.”
“So you would agree that this is no ordinary woman,” I continued. “She has powers and abilities beyond that of any normal mortal, and as such she is undoubtedly and exceptional being.”
“Oh I agree,” Freud nodded. “Very exceptional. Very exceptional, indeed.”
“And as she is exceptional, she also has an exceptional taste in clothing,” I continued.
“Oh jah, jah, very exceptional. Very, very exceptional.”
“Of course, it isn’t our job here to debate what she should or should not wear in public,” I asserted. “Her garment covers what society has deemed should be covered. If someone doesn’t like it, that’s his or her issue, correct?”
“Zat ist correct.”
“So even though her outfit is... meager, to say the least, she is wearing it as outerwear which makes it outerwear,” I contended.
“Jah, I vould have to agree.” Freud pulled a pocket watch out of his waistcoat. “Oh, but I see zat our hour is up. Perhaps ve should schedule another time vhere ve could talk.”
“That will be all, thank you.”
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Devil and Dr. Freud
Posted by Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator at 11:25
Labels: Divine Comedy
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13 comments:
Mom has got to hate being psyco analaized
It is just like Freud said, "sometimes a women in a slinky outfit is just a women in a slinky outfit, not the manifestation of you mother sleeping with the postman" It all so simple.
Heh heh, Hot Stuff said PSYCHO analized.
I mean save me Jon! Save me!
I zink I haf just been to ze psychiatrist.
SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
I don't know, Freud sounded suspiciously like Count Dracula. Maybe he's a vampire himself and just covering up for Vampirella.
And she needs covering up.
ba-dum-bumb!
Hey that reminds me, Do yo knw what a Freudian slip is? It is when you say one thing, but mean your mother.
Wait! So you called the crackpot of psychology to your little trial for his impression of whether it was lingerie...
This just doesn't add up. You people are silly. I would have called someone in the actual field of fashion.
It's a shame that Satan is an imortal being -- I'm not sure if imortal beings can become Sith....
Why would you want him?
He's a losing a case to Jon; That doesn't show that classic Sith's cunning.
Oh... Sorry Jon I didn't notice this was your blog.
(giggle)
I keed, I keed.
Come on big bucks big bucks no Whammies!
Freaud and Mirai Steel cage Death Match I want to see it ! The world wants to see it ! Let's get ready to Rumble!!!!
That is the last time I drink Trunks' Red Bull
Sprokie!
So where is Fluke?
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