Bluff

"I have an appointment, I need to lodge some complaints about my treatment."

One of the buff nurses smirks.

"Is that so? Then why were we not told about this."

You double down.

"Because most of my complaints are about the scheduling. Any attempt to lodge one, or to make an appointment is thrown out. I am a lawyer, and if I can't make a complaint then I'll sue the pants off of this island."

The nurses look at each other.

One of them knocks. "Rowles, there's a lawyer here, he says he wants to sue us."

You hear an impatient sigh.

"Fine, let him in."

"Thank you ladies."

The nurses scoff, and open the door for you. You're not really prepared for what you see. It's a normal office, the same one you saw. It even has the crystal laying on the desk. The person behind your desk is an old, white woman, with a long pointed hat. She looks like a witch. In the corner you even notice a broom. Her face is flush, and she seems to be sweating. But the room doesn't seem too stuffy or hot.

"Hello?"

"And what is your business here?" she says, in a British accent.

"I wanted to complain about the conditions here." The bimbo pushes you close to the desk. You're not close enough to grab the crystal.

"Oh? And what do you have to make a complaint about?"

"Firstly, I was left unattended. My nurse, Nala left me because I couldn't remember what country her Mom fled to."

"Mhm" she says, unbothered.

"That's a big deal because uhh, because I'm heavily injured. Secondly, there was a nurse who forcefed me beans and toast."

She raises her eyebrow at that.

"And what, pray tell is wrong with that?"

"It's not food. Or at least, it's not what humans are supposed to eat. I wouldn't even feed that to pigs."

She looks cross.

"Mr."

"Doe"

"Mr. Doe, I think that you may have a diseased brain. In fact, your condition may be incurable without a lobotomy."

"Wait, what?"

She nods towards the bimbo. The bimbo, still smiling lifts up her bangs to reveal massive scars on her forehead.

"Oh my god!"

"Are you certain that beans and toast aren't food?"

You see a copy of George Orwell's 1984 on her desk. It's labelled INSTRUCTION MANUAL. Will you accept her lies as truth?