You remind me of a small rodent. It’s the teeth of course. I would have compared you to any other pathetic little creature with big moist eyes if it wasn’t for that tooth gap that you display so proudly every time you smile.

How often you smile. It’s unseemly for a man of science. It’s one thing to fool patients into a false sense of security but I’m not your patient. We should be equals, colleagues, but you can’t behave yourself.

Men like you smile when they are scared and when they want to be loved. There is nothing to love about you. You’re small and ugly and weak.

You can be my laboratory mouse. Would you like that?

I thought so. You strike me like the type. Can you squeak like a mouse?

Very good. Now do it again and look me in the eyes.

Don’t blush, you’re doing well. Come closer.

Closer.

Kneel.

No. Don’t present yourself like that. Like a prostitute. I don’t want to have sex with you. You’re vile.

Yes, that’s better. Now I am going to conduct a little experiment and you will be my test subject. Hold still.

You’re so chubby.

If you don’t stop squirming it will hurt more.

Don’t moan like that, it’s nauseating.

You’re even uglier when you cry.

Don’t get me dirty.

We’re almost done. Just a little longer. I promise it won’t kill you.

See, that wasn’t so bad. And you were good for something after all.