Countess Razee finds and rears an abandoned, and corrupt judge named Mental, who has the brain power of a lobotomized howler space monkey. The judge confuses art with reality, which leads to a severe case of road-rash on her soul.

“Angels wear sensible shoes, and nightmares do not lie,” she says. “I don’t have a whole lot of excuses for what’s gone wrong with my life, but the ones I do have are really good.”

“Life can be a fucked up place, sometimes, but you can rest assured, whether it is good or bad, that this, too, will end.” Countess Razee is languishing in pain, dancing to sax and violins.

“You are okay, it is just an overactive imagination stuck on bad attitude,” replies RazBrat.

“It’s in my head. I can’t stop my thoughts. I hear voices and they are telling me that I want to die. I am not sure how much longer that I can take it. ”