(Dr. Robotnik/Eggman is taking an anger management class inside a tall
skyscraper to suppress his desire for world domination)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Now, now, Dr. Robotnik. What seems to trouble you?
Eggman: It's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…
(12 minutes later-)
Eggman: it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Oh for god's sake! Enough with the its! I-I-I-I mean, enough with the its, please. Just spit it out!
Eggman: I can't spit it out.
Prof. Sykiatrik: Why not?
Eggman: This piece of chicken's been stuck in my teeth for 25 years. Nothing seems to unlodge it! I've tried jackhammers, battery acid, atomic missiles, death rays…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Have you ever tried a toothpick?
Eggman: Why, no…
(Prof. Sykiatrik tosses him a toothpick from his pocket. Eggman places it behind his tooth upon which the gigantic piece of chicken is lodged, gives an almighty pull, and the chicken goes flying out of his mouth, barely missing Prof. Sykiatrik, and out the window.)
Prof. Sykiatrik: That piece of chicken was colossal! It looked at least 2 feet wide! How on Earth did you keep it in your mouth for so long without even feeling it?
Eggman: Ah, you get used to it. Anyway, I'd be more worried about that piece of chicken right now…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Why?
Eggman: Well, that chicken was so large, and it's grown denser with all my saliva (which is a lot), plus at this height…
Prof. Sykiatrik: You mean…?
Eggman: Yep…
(There is an almighty scream from the streets below, meaning that someone has been hit (and probably killed) by the falling chicken. Prof. Sykiatrik runs over to the window and closes it)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Let's pretend that never, ever happened.
Eggman: My lips are sealed. Hey, wait a minute! You've cured me! You got that piece of chicken out of my teeth! I'm cured! I'm cured! I'm cured!
Prof. Sykiatrik: What do you mean? Your problem is your unimaginable desire for world domination!
Eggman: Oh, yeah…
(Eggman covers his face with his hands, and starts crying uncontrollably)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Now, now, we'll face this problem and overcome it…
Eggman: You don't know what it's like…(sob)…(sniff)…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Let's start at the very beginning… what do you remember happening as a child that might of influenced world domination on you?
Eggman: Well…(sob)…the first thing I remember is having a dream…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Go on…
Eggman: …about a hedgehog getting squashed flat by a car…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Yes, yes…
Eggman: …and…and…I liked it!
Prof. Sykiatrik: That explains everything.
(Prof. Sykiatrik gets out a disc with a hypnotic whirl on it)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Look into the disc, Eggman…look…into…the…disc…
(Eggman is trapped in a hypnotic trance, meanwhile, Prof. Sykiatrik pulls out a metal bar and clubs him round the back of the head, knocking him out cold)
Prof. Sykiatrik (shouting in Eggman's ear): That will be 468 quid in cash, my gullible fat friend.
THE END
Prof. Sykiatrik: Now, now, Dr. Robotnik. What seems to trouble you?
Eggman: It's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…
(12 minutes later-)
Eggman: it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…it's…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Oh for god's sake! Enough with the its! I-I-I-I mean, enough with the its, please. Just spit it out!
Eggman: I can't spit it out.
Prof. Sykiatrik: Why not?
Eggman: This piece of chicken's been stuck in my teeth for 25 years. Nothing seems to unlodge it! I've tried jackhammers, battery acid, atomic missiles, death rays…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Have you ever tried a toothpick?
Eggman: Why, no…
(Prof. Sykiatrik tosses him a toothpick from his pocket. Eggman places it behind his tooth upon which the gigantic piece of chicken is lodged, gives an almighty pull, and the chicken goes flying out of his mouth, barely missing Prof. Sykiatrik, and out the window.)
Prof. Sykiatrik: That piece of chicken was colossal! It looked at least 2 feet wide! How on Earth did you keep it in your mouth for so long without even feeling it?
Eggman: Ah, you get used to it. Anyway, I'd be more worried about that piece of chicken right now…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Why?
Eggman: Well, that chicken was so large, and it's grown denser with all my saliva (which is a lot), plus at this height…
Prof. Sykiatrik: You mean…?
Eggman: Yep…
(There is an almighty scream from the streets below, meaning that someone has been hit (and probably killed) by the falling chicken. Prof. Sykiatrik runs over to the window and closes it)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Let's pretend that never, ever happened.
Eggman: My lips are sealed. Hey, wait a minute! You've cured me! You got that piece of chicken out of my teeth! I'm cured! I'm cured! I'm cured!
Prof. Sykiatrik: What do you mean? Your problem is your unimaginable desire for world domination!
Eggman: Oh, yeah…
(Eggman covers his face with his hands, and starts crying uncontrollably)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Now, now, we'll face this problem and overcome it…
Eggman: You don't know what it's like…(sob)…(sniff)…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Let's start at the very beginning… what do you remember happening as a child that might of influenced world domination on you?
Eggman: Well…(sob)…the first thing I remember is having a dream…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Go on…
Eggman: …about a hedgehog getting squashed flat by a car…
Prof. Sykiatrik: Yes, yes…
Eggman: …and…and…I liked it!
Prof. Sykiatrik: That explains everything.
(Prof. Sykiatrik gets out a disc with a hypnotic whirl on it)
Prof. Sykiatrik: Look into the disc, Eggman…look…into…the…disc…
(Eggman is trapped in a hypnotic trance, meanwhile, Prof. Sykiatrik pulls out a metal bar and clubs him round the back of the head, knocking him out cold)
Prof. Sykiatrik (shouting in Eggman's ear): That will be 468 quid in cash, my gullible fat friend.
THE END