Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

The psychiatrist's voice seems to change as he waffles on. It becomes deeper and more guttural, and his English becomes patchier. Every so often he stops to eat cookies, making a disturbing "num num num" sound and spraying crumbs everywhere. After half an hour of eating (interspersed with speech), he runs out of cookies.

The psychiatrist turns to face you. Although his features seem the same, there is something strange about them that you cannot seem to place. His monstrous jowls wobble as he leans forward, and stares into your eyes.

His mouth opens and his voice, now completely changed issues forth, along with some drool. "Cookie?" he enquires. You try to explain to him that no, you are not a cookie, there has been some terrible mistake, but he pays no attention.

"Cookie!" He cries, holding you to the couch with a hideously strong left arm....

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Insane, murderous doc? Are you okay?
There is a loud banging at the door of the room

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