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being able to coordinate the sequential movements of raising her body with her arms, and then letting her legs take the weight to lift up. She was using her arms and legs at the same time, which made her body spring upward and then violently crash back down onto the suffering, swivel office chair. After several attempts of this, she eventually slithered right out of the chair and fell to the ground, knocking the chair to lazily slide in the direction of where Keith was standing.
    Through the entire calamity, the three men appeared aghast and amused simultaneously. Finally, one of the bald men got up to help her. Keith and the bald man started to lift her by her shoulders, both cringing at the smell, but trying not to make it too obvious. They attempted to set her back in the chair, but she managed to make it to her feet and was able to stand freely, staring vacantly. She crudely pushed the bald man out of her way and stood in front of the projection screen, the shades of light and color streaming across her face. She stood with an eerie silence and a blank expression.
    When men have grown so accustomed to proper social etiquette for the majority of their lives, they become unfit to register psychotically bizarre human behavior rationally. For the four men that stood in the conference office, this was the case. Janice bent her neck down as far as she could and began to thump the back of her head methodically onto the projection screen behind her. With each hit, the sheet rock of the walls vibrated, shaking the motivational posters hanging above her. They simply watched for a few seconds, not being able to react. She had hit her head with enough force that every time she brought her head up, blood began to spurt. It splattered in the projected light and started to drip down the wall towards the carpet.
    “Janice, Janice what are you doing! You have to stop . You’re sick and you don't know what you're doing.” Keith began to move towards her but the bald man cut him off and approached her first, pulling her arm and body away from the wall. She quickly looked at him and brought her massive balled up fist right down on top of his head. He sank to the ground and at the same time, tripped Janice who fell on top. She started a barrage of pounding, raising one arm followed by sloppy blows to his face. She breathed heavily while stringy drops of mucous rained down on his suit from above. The violent thrusting of her body shook her high heels off, exposing her stalky feet. Keith saw her matted, blood soaked hair on the back of her head and crimson colored streaks staining the back of her dress. He leaped over a chair and yanked her from off the top of the man who now lay unconscious with his legs crumpled up to his side.
    Janice rolled onto her back and looked vaguely in Keith's direction. It was only later, after reflecting on the episode that Keith realized a subtle yet profound change in her face. Her eyelids were droopy and her eyes didn't run in parallel when she moved them. It was as if she had two lazy, rebellious eyes, which were no longer attached to the processes of the brain. Her slackened jaw made her mouth permanently ajar, which resulted in the complete absence of a chin. It appeared as if the skin on her entire face was clinging loosely to the skull, as if she had the face of a plastic doll melting away in the sun.
    Janice started to kick upward, her legs running on an invisible bicycle. The futile assault was intended for Keith. Keith turned to the other two men who had remained seated. “We need to get him out of here. He’s not conscious. Come grab him by the shoulders and slide him out now!” Once someone had actually given an order, they looked at each other and circled around the table to the bald man on the floor. They walked with their bodies slanted away from Janice to avoid the relentless kicking. Picking him up by either end, they made their way out of the conference room. The bald man’s gut had come