"Ungt now, we proceeed to de vord association test. Yis, you are ready?"
"Oh yeah, more than ready to take you to the nearest psych ward. I don't see why you think I'm the one who needs to take these pointless psychological exams."
Motoki removed his owlish, Freud-like reading glasses to rub his eye. "Come on, Mamoru, you said you'd help me with this project. I need a good grade in this class."
"But I don't remember promising to put up with your embarrassing attempts at speaking with a German accent."
"Okay, okay I'll drop it. Ready?"
His victim shrugged his shoulders, at the same time licking his lips nervously. Though he didn't really care for psychology as a science, he was a little intimidated by the thought of possibly baring his soul to Motoki like this. "Sure."
"Cat."
"Dog."
"Blue."
"Sky."
"Moon."
"Princess."
That odd response caught Dr. Furuhata off-guard. "Huh?"
"What," Mamoru continued neutrally.
"Wait!"
"Stop."
"TIME OUT."
"…Referee."
Motoki sighed in disgruntlement and decided to think before saying anything else.
"Rose."
"Bud."
"Rabbit."
"Lovely." Motoki's brows rose at that. Interesting. How about…
"Love?"
"Odango. Wait, no I meant…hate! Yeah, hate!" Mamoru's tone bordered on hysterical.
Motoki's eyes gleamed wickedly over the glasses. "Verrry in-te-res-ting," he trilled, enunciating each syllable of the last word. "A goot look into your subconscious, don't you think, Mr. Chiba?"
"Oh, shut up."