*A young man, dressed in a blue suit, opens the Doctor's consulting room's door*

Young Man: Please, Vulcan Raven?

*a huge man with a crow painted in his forehead enters the consulting room*

Raven (as he sits down on the couch, almost breaking it): Hmm... you're not the Doctor...

Young Man: ...No, I'm not. I'm his substitute, Bob. So, this is what they meant when they said you had visions...

Raven: What? Oh, that was no vision. I was just looking at that diploma over there, the red one, it has the Doctor's face.

Doc Bob: Oh, heh, of course.

Raven: I see no diplomas of yours...

Doc Bob: This time your visions are wrong! I have five diplomas!

Raven: No, I mean I don't see anyone on the wall.

Doc Bob: Oh, heh. But I DO have diplomas... I didn't bring them because I will only be here for day or two, while the Doctor recovers from a laboral accident of some sort. I am specialized in patients that suffer from hallucinations, or visions as they call them.

Raven: You only treat patients with hallucinations?

Doc Bob: Indeed; I only came to treat YOU. My most famous patient is Link.

Raven (slightly surprised): Link had hallucinations?

Doc Bob: But of course! He didn't stop talking about some spirit or something, called Navi, that didn't stop bothering him with continuous orders and nonsenses. He had started trying to kill that imaginary being when we begun our therapy.

*Raven doesn't know what to think about this*

Doc Bob: But we're not here to talk about me. Let's talk about your relationship with crows. You seem to love them so much that you even had a tattoo made on your forehead that looks like a crow.

Raven: But -it isn't a tattoo, I was born with this.

Doc Bob: ...really?

Raven: It even says so in the game manual... have you even read my historial?

*a bell sounds in some part of the room*

Raven (looking around): What the...?

Doc Bob (to himself): He was right, it DOES work... (to Raven) You were telling me about the relationship with the crows.

Raven: ...was I? Well, in the tribe where I was raised, we used to have contact with animals. My people can deeply understand birds.

Doc Bob: I understand.

Raven: ...how?

Doc Bob: This patient I told you about, Link, used to see annoying owls too.

Raven: If you say so. Anyway, that's all there is to say about it. I find crows loyal and serious, unlike most people. I don't feel identified with them, but I feel better amongst the crows.

Doc Bob: So that's just a cultural matter, not a disorder of some sort. Interesting... what about the hallucinations?

Raven: Since when do I suffer from hallucinations?

Doc Bob: Oh, of course, I mean your "visions".

Raven: Me? I have no visions.

Doc Bob: ...

Raven: ...

Doc Bob: ...

Raven: ...

Doc Bob: ...what?

Raven (talking slower): I - have - no - visions.

Doc Bob: Of course you do!!

Raven: ...

Doc Bob: I mean, I read it somewhere, you tell this Snake guy about himself, when you see him for the first time.

Raven: Oh, that. I told him he was like a snake, but that was no vision.

Doc Bob: How can it not be a vision?

Raven: It isn't... I just made a cool-sounding comment about his name.

Doc Bob: But... but... (taking random pages quickly) Here! In the fight scene, you tell Snake several things about himself, the future and such!

Raven (looking around): Well, I do, but they're just mystic stupidities I invented. This guy goes around calling himself Snake and hiding in cardboard boxes. I HAD to make some fun with that!

Doc Bob (about to cry): But... how...

Raven: You seem to project all your confidence into work. This leads you to depressions if you don't find what you were searching. You should try and search for success out of your job.

Doc Bob: ...

Raven: ...

Doc Bob: ...just who's the psychotherapist here?

Raven (standing up): Hm, well, I have this weakness for comments!