The morning incoherence

The morning sun has cast its spell on the shimmering plate mail which was peeking out of my wardrobe. One would be proud of the noble shimmer, yet my bosom was inundated with nothing but malevolence. When my energy was at a level I consider sufficient to operate viably, I staggered all the way to that wretched asylum where I used to work (and still do..). While on a stroll, during my lunch break, I noticed something rather peculiar. Biding my time, and cunningly observing the eccentric phenomenon, I deduced, I decided that it was time for me to act! Apparently a doctor who was supposed to help these straitjacket-wearing people navigate throughout their difficult journey and aspire towards their recovery was maliciously clubbing a seal, though where did the seal come from is still a mystery to many (and me). I inquired the distraught fellow with a few questions of utmost simple nature in order to obtain proper intel and see what to make of all this. He replied that the seal will be later incinerated and brought before the divine justice as a burnt offering so as to reincarnate his daughter back to life. I gasped flabbergasted and disonnantly exclaimed that he was being insanely delusional, but to no avail. He firmly grabbed me with his gnarled hands and hurled me aback. I immediately called for back-up so as to restrain this once mathematically inclined monstrosity, but alack, cruel was the nature of this brute and everything went down awry. In the twinkling of an eye, he pulled out his hidden scimitar and cut his own throat open. Apparently he would rather join the translucent creator than succumb to boredom the asylum was to provide him. The pleasant odor of incense wafted through the air at his funeral thus filling my nose with sadness and grief. Even though he was considered as a ne er-do-well type of person he shall missed. The courageous seal, pitiable critter, survived the assault and is recounting his story to his many a brainless youngling.