“Sometimes,” uttered Michael Booters to his psychologist, “sometimes I feel as if I’ve already lived and died and I am in hell, I mean I know that’s depressing to think, but you know, you know how it is. This one time I had this dream and I was falling, and while I fall everybody was laughing at me. Do you know what that means? It was like so humilating, and so I got up and my pants fell down, so then I just cried and cried.”

“Quack quack,” replied the psychologist, speaking for the first time.

“Yeah, so what do you make of the dream, is it like my parents fault or something?”

“Quack,” acknowledged the psychologist.

“Another thing, doc, I feel as if I’m losing my sense of humor, me and Lafitte used to joke around all the time, but now, it’s just like you know.

“I see,” replied the docter. “Pavlov, that names RINGS A BELL! Now that’s humor, a little inside I know. Anyways, Booters, tell me more of you secrets.”

“WAIT A MINUTE!” exclaimed Booters. “YOU ARE NOT EVEN A PSYCHOLOGIST, YOU’RE JUST DUCKHOOK IN A LAB COAT!” Booters got his gun out but it was too late. Duckhook flew out the window laughing at Booters intermost thoughts and problems.

Author’s Note: This is like a little warning, you never know who you are talking too, it might be Duckhook and he just laughs out loud at people’s problems, don’t be fooled by his tiny lab coat.