"And why should I grant you that request, Kyle?" a man wearing a doctor's coat asked while sitting opposite Kyle.
"I just wanna swing it," Kyle said, trying his best not to subconsciously struggle against the straightjacket he was wearing. "Come on, doc. You can strap a pillow to it and make it out of cardboard or something. What am I gonna do? Something like that isn't a weapon, and you can also put like five people in the room with me when I swing it. The worst thing I can do is bonk someone on the head with a pillow, and the handle would break under the stress anyway."
The psychiatrist looked at Kyle with worry. "Why do you want to swing a hammer so badly, Kyle?"
"I feel like I have to," Kyle answered. "I feel like something important will happen if I swing it."
The psychiatrist just kept looking at Kyle with uncertainty. "Kyle, are you keeping secrets from me?"
