A few cranks escaped the bear-trap as nervous attack struck Dr. Faustus, his right eye twitching madly as he was about to lose all that was left of his sanity. He put the scalpel back inside his robe and took out a syringe with a tranquilizer, then injected himself to keep calm. "Two broken tables and one sick asshole who does whatever he wants...." Faustus thought angrily and wrath-filled, but still remained calm. He knew that if he went into yet another berserk rage he would murder everyone in the asylum...and he didn't want that to happen...again. So he just turned around to see the stupid "veteran" and just shook his head. "You know...I control this place...and I have the power to do whatever I want...I guess I'll have to make you take your shock therapy by force then. See you later, my friend. My intentions are not to make that disgusting mind think I'm a sick person...but rather to eventually erase any trace of your murderous existence..." Faustus wasn't planning any actual therapy for MOST patients, he would just kill them in matter of time. He just had to start little by litte and do it as quickly as possible. If they figured out he would actually kill them all like he did before, they would turn against him.

Faustus went to the broken tables and checked a box in his notebook that read "Lumberjack". Then he took the man by his neck and walked with him to the infirmary for him to get treated. "Come on! Cure this pussy already so he can go back to work," he told the doctors angrily and started to walk down the halls once again. He knew he would enact a vengeance against Steel...but he just had to plan it.