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Randy nodded solemnly, knowing that there were no guarantees. But at least for now, Randy VIII was safe.
Eight gave Seven a hug and a kiss, then went to say goodbye to Nine and his mother before he and Randy were out the door. Randy was silent and contemplative for the entire trip, as he knew exactly what result to expect and what it might mean for his son--and perhaps his entire family--in the future.

They arrived at the facility and Randy VIII was led away by a large Schickelgruber in uniform and seated in front of a computer which would monitor his responses.
"Randy VIII. Do you know why you are here today?"
"Yes."
"I will ask you a series of questions. Do not attempt to falsify your responses. After you are through answering the questions, the computer will show you a set of images and feelings. We will study your reactions to these along with your answers, and the results will be formulated accordingly. The testing process should take no more than five minutes..."

Nearly two hours later, they arrived back home and Randy opened the door, looking just as grim as when he'd left.