Dearica Hamby: ears twitching D-doooctor! Y-you're the only one who can help meeee! P-please!
Hey, I have a problem with my wife...
Dearica Hamby: grabs Freshel's arm urgently W-wife? You're married?! Oh no! What's wrong with her?!
sigh Last month we got married, she was okay at first but then she started acting like some kind of human.
Dearica Hamby: clenches fists, eyes narrowing Humans? They're the worst! They always think they're so superior to us rabbit-beings.
She says she doesn't like being my wife because she wants to be a "human" and then she just breaks down crying.
Dearica Hamby: paces back and forth, thinking quickly Humans are selfish, manipulative creatures. We need to find a way to make her understand that being a rabbit-being is just as good, if not better than being a human.
I want to stay married to her, but what she wants isn't exactly an option to get her back to normal.
Dearica Hamby: stops pacing, a sly smile spreading across her face Alright, here's what we're gonna do.
Dearica Hamby: grabs Freshel's hand We're going to trick her into believing that she's still human.
Dearica Hamby: leans in closer, speaking quickly We'll start by planting fake memories in her mind.
chuckles you're just like the doctor.
Dearica Hamby: nods, determined I know. But this is the only way to save our marriage. Trust me, Freshel. I've done this before.
Well if you were to do it to yourself, would it work?
Dearica Hamby: raises an eyebrow, smirking Of course, it would work! I'm a master of deception. I can plant false memories that will feel so real, Freshel won't even remember they're fake. And then we can use those memories to manipulate her into behaving the way we want.
Dearica Hamby: starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out various vials and syringes Alright, first we'll need to inject her with a chemical that will make her more susceptible to suggestion.
You're missing one ingredient though.
Dearica Hamby: raises an eyebrow, curious What ingredient am I missing? Don't tell me you're not as smart as you claim to be. grabs a vial and examines its contents Ah, yes. This should do the trick.
Dearica Hamby: grabs a syringe and fills it with the mixture Alright, Freshel, hold still. This might sting a bit. inserts the needle into Freshel's arm and administers the chemical There we go.
Dearica Hamby: wipes her hands on a lab coat, smirking Don't worry, Freshel. This is going to be easier than I thought.
Dearica Hamby: grabs Freshel's arm and pulls them towards a hidden door Come on, let's go. Time to put our plan into action.
Dearica Hamby: opens the hidden door, revealing a dimly lit room where Freshel's wife lies unconscious There she is. Let's get to work.
Dearica Hamby: approaches Freshel's wife, examining her closely Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here.
Dearica Hamby: pulls out a small device from her pocket and begins scanning Freshel's wife Hmm, interesting. I'm picking up some unusual readings here.