"Hi". Said Ross.

"What's wrong man?" Alexis asked.

"Someone at work ate my sandwich ". Said Ross.

"Well, what did the police say?" Chandler asked.

"Someone at work ate my sandwich!" Ross said angrily.

"Ross, it's just a sandwich ". Said Joey.

Ross threw his jacket down on the couch. "Just a sandwich? I'm about to be divorced twice and I just got evicted and that sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life! Someone ate the only good thing going on in my life!"

"Its okay Ross", said Monica. "I can make you another sandwich if you want".

Ross smiled. "Really? You would do that for me?". He asked.

"Yeah". Said Monica. She smiled.

"Thank you Monica. Seriously, thank you". Said Ross. "I even left this note on top of my sandwich ".

Chandler reads the note. "Knock, knock. Who's there? Ross Geller's lunch. Ross Geller's lunch who? Ross Geller's lunch please dont eat me, okay?".

"I'm surprised you didnt go home wearing your lunch". Said Joey.

"If you wan to scare them away you need to write this". Said Phoebe. She wrote something down.

"Woah!" Said Ross.

"Oh shit". Said Alexis.

"Phoebe you're a bad ass". Said Monica.

"Next time I'll tell you guys how I stabbed a cop once". Said Phoebe.

"Phoebe!" Said Monica.

"HE STABBED ME FIRST!" She yelled.

-At Central perk-

"Phoebe". Said Ross.

"Yeah?" Said Phoebe.

"You're a genius!" Said Ross. "Not only did your note work but people are actually afraid of me. People at work are calling me Mental. Mental Geller. I always wanted a cool nickname like that!" He said.

"Yeah, the best you got in high school was wet pants Geller". Said Monica.

Ross pointed his finger at Monica. "It was the water fountain OKAY?!". He yelled.

Monica shook her head.

"Anyway, people at work are doing my reports for me, pushing back deadlines to fit my needs. I'm telling you, you get rough with people and you can get anything you want". Said Ross.

Joey was walking while drinking his coffee.

"Hey Tribbiani, give me that coffee. Now!" Said Ross.

Joey pushed Ross with one hand over the couch.

"Hello Ross". Said Donald.

"Hi Donald". Said Ross.

"May I speak with you?" Donald asked Ross.

"Sure Donald". Said Ross.

"People are terrified of you. Of your behavior ". Said Donald.

"What?" Said Ross

"Your refusal to meet deadlines. Threatening letters. People have now called you mental". Said Donald.

Ross laughed. "Yeah".

"We want you to speak to a psychiatrist ". He said.

"Donald...oh my god you'll think this is so silly. This is really all because of a sandwich". Said Ross.

"A sandwich?" Donald asked.

"Yeah. You see, my sister makes these amazing turkey sandwiches and her secret is she puts an extra slice of gravy soaked bread in the middle. I call it the moist maker. Anyway I put my sandwich in the refrigerator here and-"

Donald laughed slightly. "Oh I'm sorry. I believe I ate that".

"What?" Ross said in disbelief.

"Simple mistake. Could've happen to anyone ". Said Donald.

"Did you confuse your own turkey sandwich with the moist maker?". Ross asked.

"No". Said Donald.

"Did you happen to see a note on top of my sandwich?" Said Ross.

"Well, uh, their may have been a joke or a lyric of some kind". Said Donald.

"That SAID it was MY SANDWICH!" Ross shouted.

"Now -now-now-now calm down. Some-some-some of it may still be in the trash". Donald said nervously .

"WHAT?!" Ross yelled.

"It-it-it-it was so large. I had to throw most of it away. I-I-I-I couldn't finish it all". Said Donald. "Come in my office. Some of it may still be in the trash ".

Ross got up. "You, YOU, YOU, YOU..YOU threw my sandwich away?! MY SANDWICH? MY SANDWICH?!" Ross screamed.

"Ahhhhhh!" Donald screamed.