After I helped JC into the car, with a little help from the baseball bat, we chatted on the way to the Rehab Clinic.

Julie: So, JC, its about FREAKIN' TIME you got some help.

JC: SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST...LEAVE ME ALONE!!

He puts his head in his hands and begins to cry.

Julie: Okie.. Umm, JC, I'm sorry. I really am. But these people are gonna help you with that crack addiction, and the spazzing too. You may end up normal.

JC: I AM normal! SHUT UP!!

Julie: I swear JC, one more freakin' outburst like that and I will pull this damn car over and leave you on the side of the road.. SAY I WON'T!!

JC: You won't..

Julie screeches to a halt, pulls the car over, and opens JC's door.

Julie: GET OUT MOTHER FUCKER! YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T! GET OUTTA MY CAR BITCH!

JC: I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! I swear I'll be quiet the rest of the time! Please don't leave me here!

Julie lifts her hand.

Julie: Kiss my hand and call me Sweet Lady and I'll think about it

JC: Yes ma'am..I mean Sweet Lady.

He kisses her hand.

She giggles like a 12 year old.

Julie: Thats more like it.. On to the Rehab clinic!

We pull into the parking lot and find a parking space. JC attempts to run away from me, but I was prepared for this. I grab him by his shirt collar and take a leash from the trunk. I clip it onto him and make him walk in front of me like a good JC should. Then we proceed into the clinic.

Receptionist: Hello, how may I help you?

Julie: Yes, hi, I have here JC Sha-sez, he has an appointment.

Julie intentionally pronounces JC's name wrong.

JC: IT'S SHA-SEY YOU WHORE, SHA-SEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!

Julie: Ahahahaha.

Receptionist: OH MY GOD!! JC CHASEZ??!? FROM NSYNC?!?!

She hops over her desk and attempts to hump JCs leg.

Julie: I was afraid of this..

She smacks the receptionist upside her head and throws her across the desk.

Julie: Now, hun, which room will JC's appointment be taking place, or do I have to hurt you again?

She smiles sweetly.

Receptionist: Room 204, but JC!! I LOVE YOU!! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDREN! WILL YOU MARRY ME?!

JC: Uhh..no.

Julie: You stupid bimbo! How fuckin' old are you? 12?! I HATE STUPID PEOPLE! BITCH WILL DIE!

She attempts to strangle the receptionist.

JC: Umm, Julie? Jul?

He pulls Julie off of the receptionist.

JC: You're cutting off her air supply.

Julie: That was my intention, yes.

JC: Oh..

Julie: Whateva..lets just get on with it..

We make our way down the hall to room 204 and knock on the door. A girl with long brown hair opens it and JC and I stare in shock.

JC & Julie: BOBBEE!!!!!

Bobbee: Why, hello there JC honey.

JC: But..but..but Bobbee! I thought you were only a pretend doctor? You know.. I thought you only did that for the "I Drive Myself Crazy" Video!!!

Bobbee: Oh.. that doesn't matter now.. come on in hun.. lay down on my couch.. we'll have lots of FUN.

Bobbee giggles.

JC: But..but..but..

Julie: Oh HELL NO BITCH! YOU AIN'T NO DOCTOR!

She attempts to kill Bobbee.

JC: Umm Julie..

Julie: WHAT?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY?!?!

She throws a clump of Bobbee's hair at JC's head.

JC: Nothing..nevermind..

Julie: Right..anyway..

She throws Bobbee, whose uncouncious, onto the couch.

Julie: C'mon JC, I'LL be your doctor for today.

She smiles evilly.

JC: You're a doctor?

Julie: No, but thats not the point..ifyaknowwhatimsayin'

Another evil smile.

JC: But.. but..I thought you were a Justin lover?!

Julie: Oh, I am, but can't I get me some JC lovin' once in a while?

She winks at him.

JC: Umm, sure..

Julie: Well then, JC, make yourself comfortable on the couch.

She pushes Bobbee's unconscious form to the floor.

We emerge from the room 2 hours later. JC is wearing a contented smile on his face. Although he is not yet cured from his crack addiction and spazzing problems, he did have fun. Oh well..maybe next time..