NAG NAG NAG! A Morality Tale of Marital Ennui

OH GOD, WHAT HAPPENED? I was out for just a minute, I swear!

What went wrong?! I’ve done the old “zone out the nagging wife” trick a million times, but never this! Oh, crimony. Oh, crimony willikers.

I’m going to jail. I killed my wife. I KILLED MY WIFE! No, no, calm down, Morty old boy. It wasn’t you. You don’t know for sure. You can’t know for sure, right? Just get out of there!

Oh, jeez o’pete. All the doors are locked from the inside. And there’s only two rooms in this apartment, and I’ve searched both. That means I had to have done it! Blunt force trauma right to the noggin! That’s not self-inflicted, you knucklehead!

Okay, get ahold of yourself. Just… just calm down. Maybe you just need to try zoning out again, and everything will be fine. Just tune out that pounding heart in your chest, forget the sounds of sirens in the distance and shouts from outside. Just zone it out.

Zone it out.

Zone… it…

GOD DAMN IT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

How did I get here? Who are these people? Are those Klansmen? I was in my house, then I zoned out again, and… I’m in a robe. I’m in a KKK robe. I don’t remember putting this on? Jeezus, the one in back has a shotgun. WHY AM I HERE?!

Oh no, they’ve notice me. They see me! What should I do?!

Uh, uh, don’t worry, Morty. Just do whatever you did before again. Just… just try it again, dammit!

Just block it all out!

Block it out!

BLOCK IT–