Artemis was at a loss for words for about a minute. Finally, he managed to speak.

"No. God no. I have enough trouble showering considering the possibility that someone might be looking at me." Thank goodness Schuldig wasn't around, because now all he could think of was tossing his tie into a crowd full of Badou to Beethoven's 5th Symphony.

"No, they are probably trying to separate me from my delusions. But honestly, how can being a genius be a delusion when it's provable fact?" Artemis gave a world-weary sigh. "Honestly, if I could just tie my nurse down and recite the periodic table of elements, possibly multiply a few six-digit numbers, she may begin to wonder why I'm here at all."