The fight had started when Nurse Brigit Conroy had punched ‘Diane’ right in the face for no explicable reason. Dr Sinha liked Brigit and wanted to believe this behaviour was out of character for her, but this week alone she had punched him in the face and been suspended from work for taking a naked colleague hostage. A trend was beginning to develop.
Gerry: Caller, you’re on the air.
Caller: (Distorted) My name is Tyler Durden, and I am the official spokesman for the Púca. This is the day that never comes. Prepare yourself for the revolution.
Gerry: Right, well, Mr Durden, before we go any further with this conversation, I should point out that we’ve a very sophisticated call logging system here at the station that records the numbers of all calls we receive.
Caller: (Distorted) Ehm… what?
Gerry: And obviously we will be passing that information directly to the Gardaí.
Caller: (distorted) Ah Jaysus, don’t do that, me ma will kill me!
"This is probably an odd time to ask, but why are you doing this?" Brigit asked.
Dr Sinha shot her a nervous smile. "Well Nurse Conroy—"
"Brigit," he repeated. "Throughout my whole life I have been a good boy, a studious boy, a boy who has kept his head down and stayed out of trouble."
"I thought it was about time I did something a little… how would you say it? Badass."
Brigit laughed. "You're like… Clint Eastwood meets Gandhi."
"Thank you," he said grinning, "that is precisely what I am going for."