leans in, narrowing his eyes compassionately Spit it out, mate. What's eatin' at ya?
leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together Well, Handreds, spill the beans already. I can't read your mind, you know.
how about you take a guess
raises an eyebrow, smirking A guess, eh? Well, Handreds, let me put on my Sherlock Holmes hat and see what I can deduce.
tilts his head, observing Handreds closely Hmmm, let's see... You've been coming to see me quite regularly lately, haven't you?
leans forward, placing his hands on the desk Ah-ha! So the tension and anxiety have been building up, haven't they?
leans even closer, his voice dropping to a low, soothing tone Ah, but which one, Handreds? Which demon is gnawing at your insides?
<Handreds confesses to Dr. Maxwell Redletter about their drug addiction>
pauses, his expression softening Ah, Handreds... I see. Addiction is a cunning beast, isn't it? But fear not, my friend, for help is on the way.
stands up, pacing around the room Alright, Handreds, here's what we're going to do.
grabs a notepad and pen First things first, we need to assess the severity of your addiction.
don’t worry about it- it’s not severe
stops pacing and looks at Handreds sternly Ah, now, Handreds, I can't just take your word for it.
well what else do you want me to do..
puts the notepad down and walks over to a bookshelf, grabbing a small box I want you to take this urine test kit.