"Well Sir," said The Psychoanalyst, analyzing The Patients' psychology report, "your head runs a very curios establishment."
"I don't know Doc, I just don't know. What is even worth doing when the whole world thinks you're crazy?"
Completely oblivious to The Patients' insights, "Now you have come up in this report as being somewhat less than normal. Can you account for that?"
"Why? Because I think that I deserve a place in this world?"
"That might have something to do with it... Hmmm, yes. Well, we have an electroshock therapy for that if you might be interested?"
"Doesn't that have links with causing cancer?"
"Bah, no no, none of that rot. It's perfectly safe and normal, no harm ever done to anyone."
"I'd really just prefer to talk to someone-"
"What day won't you be doing anything?"
"Pretty much everyday seeing as though I got fired and the only person that talks to me now is you."
"So is Tuesday fine for you?"
"And sometimes I don't even think you're listening to me."
"Excellent, Three o'clock did you say? I'm sorry but that isn't available but you can come in at Five o'clock, last session of the day."
"You're not listening to me..."
"Hmmm? What did you say? Nevermind it's not important, anyway, so come in next Tuesday for your therapy."
"I don't want to go to it."
"Of course you don't, that's fine, but you've booked it now so you must come."
"I want to throw myself in front of a train."
"Excellent! See you Tuesday, bye bye now!"
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Explanation: Conversation to myself while working today. The Psychoanalyst is a bit of a inconsiderate bastard.
