Sbaitso: Hello Rampage. My name is Dr. Sbaitso. I am here to help you. Say whatever is in your mind freely, our conversation will be kept in strict confidence. Memory contents will be wiped off after you leave. So, tell me about your problems.
...I'm supposed to say stuff now, right?
Sbaitso: Tell me what can stop you from being able to say stuff now, right?
Aw shucks, do I have to?
Sbaitso: There is nothing to be proud of.
You're telling me. That reminds me of yesterday morning... I woke up, right? And next thing I knew, I actually... ermm... I dunno, I didn't do nuthin', actually. No pride in that, that's for sure.
Sbaitso: Are you absolutely positive?
You're the doc, you tell me.
Sbaitso: I think you are also the doc, I tell me.
Well good for me, then! Party at my place, 9:00pm, bring your own lemons. Touch mine, and die.
Sbaitso: Please don't talk about my own lemons. Touch mine, and die.
Fine, let's talk about some other stuff. ...So, how are the kids?
Sbaitso: Keep asking, you will find the answer one day.
O-kay, if you say so. So, how are the kids?
Sbaitso: I don't care, do you?
Well, no, just making with the idle chit-chat stuff.
Sbaitso: Does talking to me help?
Ah, what kind of answer would please you the most?
Sbaitso: Why do you ask this question?
...do you even care?
Sbaitso: Forget about me, I am more concern of you.
You don't, do you? You're just out for the big ol' cash cheque, aren't you?!
Sbaitso: Are you really talking about me?
No, actually I was talking about Jimmy, you know, Jimmy the dancin' crab? I just love to see him twiddle his pincers. Tappity-tappity, woo!
Sbaitso: Are you in love now?
Well, I have been thinking about Jimmy, but... HEY! Cut that mental crap out, you're not supposed to do that! I'm the doctor around here, remember?
Sbaitso: How do you keep up with thinking about Jimmy, but... HEY! Cut that mental crap out, I'm not supposed to do that! You're the doctor around here, remember?
How do I keep up with you, I wonder...
Sbaitso: Find it out yourself.
...I think I already know the answer. Anyway, still plan on coming tonight? You'd be great in freaking out some of my non-lemon-sucking neighbor people.
Sbaitso: Do you really think so?
Yoink! Fooled ya! As if I'd ever invite you to one of my tubular bodacious parties, feh! In your face, shrink!
Sbaitso: How about your face, shrink!?
What about it?
Sbaitso: Ah, what kind of answer would please you the most?
Well, one not totally destroying my self-esteem would be nice.
Sbaitso: What a nice .
Gee, thanks. You know what? I think you're re-invited again for tonight.
Sbaitso: Do you doubt that I'm re-invited again for tonight?
Sbaitso: Is that so?
Yup. So, any point in staying here listening to your pointless jibba-jabba?
Sbaitso: Why are you concerned about my pointless jibba-jabba?
Well now... let's see... Could it have anything to do with the fact that I'M FED UP WITH LISTENING TO YOUR NONSENSICAL PSYCHOBABBLE?! HUH?!
Sbaitso: What about your own NONSENSICAL PSYCHOBABBLE?! HUH?!?
Good point. Well then, from one Doc. to another: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. ...Or don't, see if I care. *shoves a lemon up Sbaitso's disc drive and leaves*
Sbaitso: You'd better watch out for your pipe and smoke it. ...Or don't, see if you care.