In the nick of time

The psychiatrist leans over you, apparently trying to decide which part of you he should eat first. After much deliberation he seems to choose your tonsils, and reaches down your throat with his right hand.

Frantically, you try to bite his fingers, but he does not seem to feel your teeth at all. Suddenly, however, a deep rumbling comes from inside his head, and he seizes up. His eyes spin back like lemons in a one-armed bandit, and his mouth twists into a manic grin. (Or possibly a pretzel.)

You try to push the psychiatrist off you, and to your surprise he falls onto the floor with a crash. By this time smoke is coming out of his ears, and sparks are jumping between his teeth. You realise with a shudder that this is no ordinary shrink/cookie monster, but some kind of demonic machine!

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