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No!
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No one can leave until we figure this out.
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Figure what out?
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Long story short,
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those psych tests I made you take came back.
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Turns out one of you is probably a homicidal maniac.
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That's stupid.
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I have a responsibility,
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as a practitioner of the mental arts,
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to figure out which one of you is sick,
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and get you the treatment you need.
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You're a danger to yourself and others in your current state.