"Would you please take off that ridiculous frog costume?" Doctor Sigmund Fried Lopez spoke harshly to the patient dressed in a loud green frog's costume that smelled strongly of naphthalene and who kept jumping around the doctor's office in short hops.
The patient looked at the Doctor and smiled.
But did not stop hopping around in his defective imitation of a frog.
As if speaking to himself, the Doctor said in a tone that was pure irritation: "And, please stop catching and eating those flies!" "Whatsamatter doctor, you want them for yourself?" The Doctor could not help smiling.
He felt some affection toward this peculiar patient of his.
Besides, he had been treating this patient for so many years that he was afraid that the tenuous bond between them was becoming a feeling of mutual devotion and overwhelming dependence.
"George" he said as the patient deftly caught a fly in mid air.
"You must convince yourself that it has been a bad dream.
That from the year 2000 to 2008, you were under a strange spell and the things that happened were the result of poor digestion, the remnants of you days of debauchery and the several deep seated complexes that have accompanied you since your days as a cheerleader.
Now you are safe.
You don't have to go back to that white house and have to suffer all those people who used to start pestering you at 6 in the morning.
" The patient stopped jumping for a moment and replied to the doctor: "I guess so, Doctor.
It has been a bad dream.
The only good thing was that what is her name? did not abandon me and stuck with me to the end.
She did the right thing to divorce me and marry Eminem.
But I am happy here Doctor" "Are you sure, George?" "Abso Doctor, except for one thing" "And what is that?" "I won't have a chance to use my cute flight suit in this institution and declare that the mission has been accomplished!"